The Game - Rookie Card (feat. JT the Bigga Figga) lyrics
[The Game - Rookie Card feat. JT the Bigga Figga lyrics]
You can catch five, or catch me in the CL-5
Whatever way dog, the Game get live
Keepin it gangsta in a P.D. fitted velour
Late night I'm in Dublin's and
I got myself a four
The hood love me, hoodrats gotta hug me
Pop ex, spark the buba, the shit get ugly
Rock the mic anywhere
And I ain't talkin 'bout a concert dog
Talkin 'bout ten niggaz in converts dog
Get it crackin like we out in the yard
And the warden's watchin
Only difference is the whores is watchin
Still love to see a nigga, roll up on 20's
Hop in that six-four
Roll up on Bentley's like
I'm a gangsta bay-bee from the C-P T
Run with the (Pound) like I'm from DPG
If it's beef
You C-Murder like it ain't No Limit
And I represent the P like Russell Simmons
I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it? Good, okay
It's the Black Sox and Get Low we get dough
In the Yay they pimp hoes
In Compton we six-fo'
I know ya, love to watch me
'specially when I'm lookin rocky
The trey with the broccoli with
My handles on the Kawasaki
Handle my jewels with the cuff in my shoes
Avi jacket on my elbow, 50 coast the jewels
In my neighborhood I'm Young Bill Gates
Never shuffle the cake
So cover my face, and run up in the place
I'm a superstar, dick and my chain
Glass bezel and bang
80 karats on my pinky and rang
Crews buzz when you speakin my name
Cause I'm deep in the game
With top cool thangs and
Million dollar planes
I'm a maniac, young boy gone
Like a young Roy Jones
You ought of my zone and ain't nobody home
In my neighborhood, produce stars
Stakes is high
Now we soarin through the spacious skies
Strap yo' body with them K's and ride
The handle is up
Switchin gears, hit the pedal and ride
I'm a shining star
And I gotta hit the boulevard
In that new Jaguar
Why he move through traffic like that
Purple haze
Ralways, the Ojays, the gangsta lean so
Whatever way dog, the Game get live
Keepin it gangsta in a P.D. fitted velour
Late night I'm in Dublin's and
I got myself a four
The hood love me, hoodrats gotta hug me
Pop ex, spark the buba, the shit get ugly
Rock the mic anywhere
And I ain't talkin 'bout a concert dog
Talkin 'bout ten niggaz in converts dog
Get it crackin like we out in the yard
And the warden's watchin
Only difference is the whores is watchin
Still love to see a nigga, roll up on 20's
Hop in that six-four
Roll up on Bentley's like
I'm a gangsta bay-bee from the C-P T
Run with the (Pound) like I'm from DPG
If it's beef
You C-Murder like it ain't No Limit
And I represent the P like Russell Simmons
I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it? Good, okay
It's the Black Sox and Get Low we get dough
In the Yay they pimp hoes
In Compton we six-fo'
I know ya, love to watch me
'specially when I'm lookin rocky
The trey with the broccoli with
My handles on the Kawasaki
Handle my jewels with the cuff in my shoes
Avi jacket on my elbow, 50 coast the jewels
In my neighborhood I'm Young Bill Gates
Never shuffle the cake
So cover my face, and run up in the place
I'm a superstar, dick and my chain
Glass bezel and bang
80 karats on my pinky and rang
Crews buzz when you speakin my name
Cause I'm deep in the game
With top cool thangs and
Million dollar planes
I'm a maniac, young boy gone
Like a young Roy Jones
You ought of my zone and ain't nobody home
In my neighborhood, produce stars
Stakes is high
Now we soarin through the spacious skies
Strap yo' body with them K's and ride
The handle is up
Switchin gears, hit the pedal and ride
I'm a shining star
And I gotta hit the boulevard
In that new Jaguar
Why he move through traffic like that
Purple haze
Ralways, the Ojays, the gangsta lean so