The Game - Ali Bomaye Lyrics
[Intro: Game]Get my people out them chains niggaI mean handcuffs, time to man upPut my hands up? ***** you sayin' bruhCause I'm a black man, in a PhantomOr is it cause my windows tintedCar cost 300 thou' and I blow Indo in itYou mad cause your daughter ***** with me on spring breakWell, I'm a ***** her 'til the springs break[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]Yeah Roll another one cause I'm winninAnd my four door looking real photogenicJam 'em on the tire, in threads that won't expireI'm in a class of my own, my teacher got firedMoney getting long, ***** rate keep risingVersace outfit cost me 3, 000From the P houses, did it from the weak hoursSelling that chicken no lemon pepper, no sweet and sourFirst you get the power, then you get respectI'm getting so much money I can buy ya *****Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take itI like clubs where all the women working *****Fell in love with a waitress what the ***** I'm thinkingBought that ho a ring it was for her pinkyUhn, that's pimpin' that's slickGot a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent[Verse 2: Game]***** y'all mad at me forGot a black car, and a black phantomWith a white ***** in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana)Got a thick ***** in Atlanta, got a redbone in the ChiGot two chains, they two-tone, two hundred racks, no lie (true)Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!I'm bout to rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye'sAli Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!My lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another case***** y'all mad at me for, cause my belt got two G's on itHer belt got two C's on it, my daughter's stroller got D's on itFree Big Meech, Free Boosie and C-MurderLike New Orleans, like Baltimore, come to Compton you'll see murdersAnd my AR see murders, that's beef nigga no burgersI'm insane and you Usain, nigga better turn on them burnersGot [?], ***** [?]Got dope to sell in this hotel, no half price, no retailYou a ***** nigga, no female, I smack niggas, SprewellI'm on the block like D 12, I got the white, no D-12Like a little nigga in Africa, I was born toting that KAnd that's real shit, no Will Smith, and no [?]But they yellin'...[Hook: Game]Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!Thank God that a nigga seen another dayAli Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!Got a chopper and a bottle ***** it let 'em spray[Verse 3: Rick Ross]I take my case to trial, hire the Dream TeamRobbie Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran, I seen thingsI dream big, I think sharpInhale smoke, Hawaiian tree barkHumble yourself, you not a G, keep it one with yourselfRun to niggas for help, favors I keep one on the shelfI got rifles with lasers, swing it just like the majorsHit you right above navel, now you swimming in pavementGold medals on my neck, I call it Michael PhelpsHoes settling for less, I call 'em bottom shelfNiggas tough on them blogs and never did nothing at allOn the road to the riches, *****es not tagging along[Verse 4: Game]Unless it's ass in a thong, hit that ass and I'm goneDisrespect my nigga Boss and I'm flashing the chromeI'm waving the Tec, Tity spraying the MacExtendos in the back, gonna lap [?]Got a ***** that look like Laila Ali sitting in my lapGot a call from Skateboard, pick 'em up at LaxSpeaking skateboards, where Tune at?***** with him, I'll break a skateboard on a nigga back2 Chainz![Verse 5: 2 Chainz and Game]Skateboard on a nigga trackNo lie, No Lie already got a plaqueMama got a house, daughter got accountsJust to think a nigga like me started with a ounceBad *****es and D-boys, we bring 'em outIf them niggas *****, we douche 'em, we clean 'em outThis the voice of ghetto intelligence, if you got workGo to work the work at your residence...... For presidentsWord to Muhammad, that triple beam is heaven-sentRiding through the jungles in that mutha*****in' elephantThat's a gray ghost, with the ears on itSwimming through the hood like it got fins on it (Tell 'em!)You know I got that work on the foreman grillWeigh the mutha*****as in, made another mill'Got a nigga feeling like Cassius ClayThrilla in Manilla, nigga want it whip his ass today[Hook]
