Ludacris, The Game - Ya Heard lyrics
[Ludacris, The Game - Ya Heard lyrics]
You see that cherry red Phantom
On them big ass wheels
You see I be playing with them cars
I'm like a big ass kid
Crazy with that cap gun
So if we play cops and robbers
I'll show you how to pop revolvers
Fitted cap too big, so it cover my eyes
That lambo? That ain't shit
Just a public disguise
And that top model chick
She for the diamond lane
And I be driving all crazy
Cuz my diamond chain is
(bright)
As them Las Vegas lights
It be the same in California
When I'm riding at night
In New York, I be in Midtown
Up and down Broadway
Having meetings all day, baby my future is
(bright)
As Lebron's, take off on anybody
Tyra Banks on my arm
And we'll crash any party
Yeah, making it rain, ain't got shit on me
The way I ball
The fuckin owner should come sit on me
Yeah, I'm fresh out of jail
You shoulda knew I was back
Turn on the radio it's a rap
Just touched down at L.A.X. LUDA!
That's Right! What up Game? Fresh out huh?
Don't you hear it? That nigga named Luda
Slicker than Rick the Ruler
Whoop ass like Lex Luger
My money long
Your shit is shorter than Oompa Loompas
And I'll superman, yuuuh
That ass like Lex Luther
Shoot you then say me gusta
I'll take you to meet ya maker
My dick's the Staples Center I'll take
You to see the Lakers
Swoosh! On that Cali kush
Smoking like a muffler
So many red flags I coulda
Swore I was in Russia
Game! I got the fame and the fortune
Compton is scorchin
Get rid of bullets
My gun keeps havin abortions
I ain't havin it, see em in the dead zone
Fake dope boys is more bass
Up in my head phones
Adjust your treble, I'm heavier than metal
My verses are hot as shit like
I recorded with the Devil
I'm on another level
They stuck on the elevator
And I'm about to blow this
Bitch, Game press the detonator
Like
Fresh out of Georgia, ya heard I
Was back, turn on the radio
It's a rap
See I'm come from the bottom and
They call me The Game
But I'm just happy that Beyonce know my name
I took that Dr Dre money
And I bought me chain
Then I bought me a house
Then I bought me a Range
Then I bought me some pussy
Then I bought me some brains
But I ain't buyin' that the best
Rappers is Kanye and Wayne
See both of them niggas spit
But yall act like you don't hear me spit
Like sellin' 7 million records
Ain't the shit
I don't win no Grammies
Nigga I'm too gangsta
And poppin Cristal with Irv don't
Make me a wanksta
See I'm California certified
My niggas make the murder rise
Readin my fan mail in jail
Buck told Curtis bye
So I'mma break it down for
Them niggas in the South
Slow it down but this Rolls Phatom
Grill in my mouth
Throw the Prada slippers on
When I walk in my house
P Diddy and Tommy Lee know
What I'm talking about
See, I'm fresh out of jail
You shoulda knew I was back
Turn up the radio it's a rap
On them big ass wheels
You see I be playing with them cars
I'm like a big ass kid
Crazy with that cap gun
So if we play cops and robbers
I'll show you how to pop revolvers
Fitted cap too big, so it cover my eyes
That lambo? That ain't shit
Just a public disguise
And that top model chick
She for the diamond lane
And I be driving all crazy
Cuz my diamond chain is
(bright)
As them Las Vegas lights
It be the same in California
When I'm riding at night
In New York, I be in Midtown
Up and down Broadway
Having meetings all day, baby my future is
(bright)
As Lebron's, take off on anybody
Tyra Banks on my arm
And we'll crash any party
Yeah, making it rain, ain't got shit on me
The way I ball
The fuckin owner should come sit on me
Yeah, I'm fresh out of jail
You shoulda knew I was back
Turn on the radio it's a rap
Just touched down at L.A.X. LUDA!
That's Right! What up Game? Fresh out huh?
Don't you hear it? That nigga named Luda
Slicker than Rick the Ruler
Whoop ass like Lex Luger
My money long
Your shit is shorter than Oompa Loompas
And I'll superman, yuuuh
That ass like Lex Luther
Shoot you then say me gusta
I'll take you to meet ya maker
My dick's the Staples Center I'll take
You to see the Lakers
Swoosh! On that Cali kush
Smoking like a muffler
So many red flags I coulda
Swore I was in Russia
Game! I got the fame and the fortune
Compton is scorchin
Get rid of bullets
My gun keeps havin abortions
I ain't havin it, see em in the dead zone
Fake dope boys is more bass
Up in my head phones
Adjust your treble, I'm heavier than metal
My verses are hot as shit like
I recorded with the Devil
I'm on another level
They stuck on the elevator
And I'm about to blow this
Bitch, Game press the detonator
Like
Fresh out of Georgia, ya heard I
Was back, turn on the radio
It's a rap
See I'm come from the bottom and
They call me The Game
But I'm just happy that Beyonce know my name
I took that Dr Dre money
And I bought me chain
Then I bought me a house
Then I bought me a Range
Then I bought me some pussy
Then I bought me some brains
But I ain't buyin' that the best
Rappers is Kanye and Wayne
See both of them niggas spit
But yall act like you don't hear me spit
Like sellin' 7 million records
Ain't the shit
I don't win no Grammies
Nigga I'm too gangsta
And poppin Cristal with Irv don't
Make me a wanksta
See I'm California certified
My niggas make the murder rise
Readin my fan mail in jail
Buck told Curtis bye
So I'mma break it down for
Them niggas in the South
Slow it down but this Rolls Phatom
Grill in my mouth
Throw the Prada slippers on
When I walk in my house
P Diddy and Tommy Lee know
What I'm talking about
See, I'm fresh out of jail
You shoulda knew I was back
Turn up the radio it's a rap