The Game - Rewind II lyrics

The bullet comes out of his
Head back in the Draco
I moonwalk back to the car, gun on my waist
Take the ski mask off of my face
Blunt flies back in the trunk
Between my index and my middle finger
It's stuck
Inhale the smoke, take a puff
Drivin' in reverse, proceed to light it up
'Matic still Nas to listenin'
It's me and the opp
Gets further in distance
Hand on my watch
Movin' backwards
The Chronic jumps out the back wood
As the leaf wait's for the guts
And rolls it'self back up
Text from a bitch sayin'
"Eat to going still"
Put my phone back in my pocket
Took my knee off the wheel
Hand on my wheel, my car in drive
Foot on the gas
Up the freeway ramp
Adjust the rearview and look at my past
Speed goin' back up on the dash
As I listen to Hill, Lauryn
And uncrumble all of this hash
Back in the carpool, flippin' off 12
The window rolls down and
In comes pistachio shells
Cutie smilin' at me, I unthrew up the deuce
Triple one-two, three-one-three
Three-one-two
On the side of a purple Maserati
Wonder if she got a body up
Or should I think I? It's a hottie
Goin' down on the up ramp, creep slow
Back to the light
I'ma kill 'em 'fore the end of the night
Talkin' on my burner cell like
"At he where?"
Back into a parkin' spot
Handicap in the mirror
Car door opens, my nigga out yells
"Woo-Su"
Windows roll up, I'm thinkin' to myself
"Who these niggas in this coupe?"
Back in the store, woods back in my hand
Sit 'em on the counter as he
Hands me back my Benz
And says, "Nigga my
You thank" I pass him a coke can
10, 000 goes back in my
Pocket in rubber bands
Back to the whip in rewind, back to the spot
Walkin' up the stairs backwards
The clip comes outta the Glock
The key goes back in the lock
I walk in facin' out
Take my shoes off and fall on the couch
This bitch takes my dick out of her mouth
Stands back up and tells me
What her day was about
We hug as her clothes fly up to her hands
Lip singin' B Cardi while she dance
Tapes Bundy Ted, credit's roll down
Chill and Netflix
As I unfasten the latch on
My cuban link necklace
She gave me a second hug for the first time
Walks outta the door back in the
Uber as I'm cleanin' my.9
I sit it down right next to my phone
Go back to sleep and undream about
Rihanna runnin' 'round in a thong
Woke up tired and went back to the booth
Sample God's Sons
Rewind it and wrote it backwards to a loop

Listen up gangsters and honeys
With your hair done
Pull up a chair, hon', and
Put it in the air
Son
Dawg, whatever they call you, God
Just listen
I spit a story backwards
It starts at the endin'