Game - Skate On Lyrics
Lupe and me, rap about we2010 infinity[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]Where the Almighty know, well alrighty thenI'm all mighty ho call me mighty Joe QuinnWith Josephine Baker in the BenzOn them shiny toes, glass slipper niggas with your Cinderalla chinsI'm a shark in the water, you see my flippers and my finsThe pool is my palace go and send them niggas inRockstar, lets take the Bentley for a swimI run the world take your hood to the gymStretch it all out, get it all thinBack on my fat shit get it all againRap on my back *****, hip hop on my brimYou think you're high nowWell thy style's no higher than my eyebrows, this should be a sinCleanse, flow clear kinda like how air lookOr like a Cinderella pair lookOr like Cinderella barefootNo matter how many ankles of crewsThe moral of the story: you can't fill my shoesLuAnd in the last verse from Lupe, toucheFerrari drop top, but it came with a toupeeNiggas say they got cars like us, but do they?Rap Phantoms, pack tannoms and strippers fromAtlanta, ménage à trois let em *****, I watch, stay onMy j-o, only when I'm punchin' the clock, upOn the block, everything mine, I stay on my grindChasin' dollar signs, bumpin' Nas, it's halftimeAnd I'm the G-A, money signs its easy nigga, don'tWant shit for free but weezy nigga, load the Glock upCops pop up, you can go to Iraq, take all the strapsCome back and couldn't stop us, Aston with theTop jush, paint job, rock dust, hand with what I gotIn the trunk will get us all locked up, so ***** niggasAnd I'm talkin' from behind the trigga, now comeGet a nigga, cus I'm of niggas[Hook]Hatin' on me, you wastin' your timeNigga wanna kill me? Then go and stand in that lineKill that shit, I ain't tryna hear that shit(Gun *****ing) I know you hear that shitSo niggaSkate on, skate on (Whatchu gon do?)Skate on, skate on (Lupe tell em nigga)S-S-Skate on, skate onMe and my niggas tryna stay on, skate on[Verse 3: Game]Usually wake up early like them Philly niggasIn the weed spot rolling kush A-R go get Philly niggaFirst smoke a not, we swimming it hard rockWe push it out all spots 'till they get us up off blocksStraight for the bout(?) pots, then bag it in in BanglocksWatch for the top cops cus we nourish our own cropsSmoke it like blood clops, inside of the drug spotWill take em to Van Gundy, big man on the blockDon't worry bout my residentials or my credentialsMy flow will *****tail, through a Def Jam windowThat's for Shekyan, I'm the rapper niggas fearNo need for Craig Mack to kick the flava in ya earKeep the Lambo in fifth gear, catch me on a sunnyDay, paint drippin' like Lil Weezy in Baby tearsKing of LA I think I made it clear, ain't nobody outselling 5It's a Eminem or Dre n shit[Hook][Verse 4: Game]Now I've been rappin' for 9 years, 4 months45, 46, 47 seconds, I was Doctor Dre's weaponHad the option to stay and kept swervingMake some rookie mistakes but so did Kyrie IrvingIf Fifty was Lebron on a bad night, or Floyd MayweatherWhen many packi out did his jab right, I *****ed aBad ***** but that was last night, and I ain't gon' sayNo names but she was singing and her ass tightThis year I'm gettin' my cash right, 30 years oldLet Drake or Soulja Boy live fast life, who ever saidThe Game wack, change that, (be)fore the thing clapsNiggas *****ed up rap, I bought the flame backCouple albums later, still the same cat, and my P-OOnly mother*****er thinkin' that I ain't strappedNext time you doubt me, I'mma have my accountin' downSouthny, we can do this rap shit without meI'm out G, and if 2011 Audi, 22' PirelliOils up like the Saudi's, bout to pick new broad from the hotelYo Pharrell, let em know
