The Game - Ya Heard (feat. Ludacris)

Yeah

California - New York

Chictown know how I get down

MIA, ATL wassup

Houston, Frisco

Detroit get money just like N.O.

Yeah, yeah

You see that cherry-red Phantom on them big a** wheels

See I be playing with them cars I'm like a big a** kid

Crazy with that cap gun

So if we play Cops 'n' Robbers, I'll show you how to pop revolvers

Fit a cap too big, so it cover my eyes

That Lambo that ain't sh*t, just a public disguise

And that top model chick, she for the diamond lane

And I be driving all crazy coz my diamond chain is (bright)

As them Las Vegas lights

It be the same in California when I'm riding at night

And New York I be in midtown, up and down Broadway

Having meetings all day baby my future is (bright)

As LeBrons take off from anybody

Tyra Banks on my arm, we'll crash any party

Yeah, making it rain ain't got sh*t on me

The way I ball the f**king owner should come sit on me

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

Turn on the radio, its a wrap

Don't you hear it? That ni**a named Luda

Slicker than Ricta ruler, whoop as like Lex Luger

My money long, your sh*t is shorter than Oompa-Loompas

And I'll Superman YOU and that a** like Lex Luther

I'll take you to meet your maker

Right next to the Staples Center I'll take you to see the Lakers (SWISH!)

On that Cali cush smoking like a muffler

So many red flags I could of sworn I was in Russia

I got the fame and the fortune, Compton is scorching

Get rid of bullets, my gun keeps having abortions

I ain't having it (Nope) see 'em in the dead zone

Fake film boys, there's more bass up in my headphones

Adjust your treble, I'm heavier than metal

My verses are hot as sh*t like I recorded with the devil

I'm on another level, they stuck on the elevator

And I'm about to blow this b**ch, Game press the detanator

Fresh out of Georgia you heard I was back

Turn off the radio, its a wrap

See I 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 a chain

Then I bought me a house, then I bought me a Range

Then I bought me some p**sy, then I bought me some brains

But I ain't buying that the best rappers is Kanye and Wayne

See, both of them niggaz spit, but y'all act like you don't hear me spit

Like selling 7 million records ain't the sh*t

I don't win no Grammy's, I'm too gangsta

And poppin Cristyle with Irv don't make me a Wanksta

See I'm California certified, my niggaz make the murder rise

Read my fan mail in jail, Buck told Curtis"bye"

So I'ma break it down for them niggaz in the South

Slow it down, put this rose phantom (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 I know you heard I was back

Turn up the radio, its a wrap