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The Game Ya Heard Lyrics Ft. Ludacris

(The Game)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 eyesThat 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 cause 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

BroadwayHaving meetings all day, baby my future is (bright)

As Lebron’s, take off on anybodyTyra 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 meYeah,

I’m fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was back

Turn on the radio it’s a rap
(Chorus) (Sample)
(Ludacris)

Just touched down at L.A.X. LUDA! 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 LakersSwoosh!

On that Cali kush, smoking like a mufflerSo 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 headphones

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, likeFresh out of Georgia,

ya heard I was back, turn on the radio it’s a rap
(Chorus) (Sample)
(The Game)

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 a 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 Grammy's, nigga I’m too gangsta

And poppin crystal 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’ma 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

I’m fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was back

Turn on the radio it’s a rap