The Game - Bad Intentions Lyrics
Bad intentions nigga*****ing with the wrong oneCall Dre tell that nigga I'm on oneAftermath nigga we blaze cuban cigarsDrive foreign cars into the stars***** *****es at our leisureStuff dick inside they throat til they have seizuresHoes down, B's upRoll the trees up, Smokey RobinsonStart trippin, I like his jewelry, then I'm robbin son***** a platinum plaque nigga hood with itBouncin that impala down the shore like what's good with it?I'm a made man, I wear J's andI been around more rocks than a *****in cave manI done sold it and bagged itI done drove it and crashed it*****ed my credit up smashin the AshtonFYI nigga I got a magnum,Only time I been punked was by Ashton KutcherI'm a mother*****in butcherLeave me around anything white and I'm a cook itI be all up in the kitchinNo need for an apron, playboyI'm a professional, I'm cakin playboyThe last real D-boy up in this rap shitChrome 24s with the fat lip, call the shits? cash? *****in with the bomb squadDismantle any MC for free, you been warned godChurch, Higher powerImpala sittin clean like it took 5 showersNigga I'm the G.A.M.E. so don't you tempt meYour chest'll be full and my clip will be emptyI'm simply one of the most raw niggas in this shitWhy you think that I got in this shit?Paid for my momma house, bout 700kCan't stop smokin but I'm down to a blunt a dayYay, I mean yayoOn the block sun up sun down like where the day go?We come through chargin nigga like San DiegoSeventeen chargers, couple of em same color but the shit is ok thoughCause all my niggas on the payroll get caught slippin, get a haloAnd I ain't talking bout the x-boxNiggas let the tech knockWelcome to the real life, black opsWhere it's still ***** the police, white and black copAnd we ain't killin Jonny, noNigga give em an ass shotPut him on injured reserveTie my number twelves up and then I give him the bird, wordThat's how I get down, all you rap niggas floppinWho talkin shit now? only Drake and Yay worth coppinI take a hiatus, spend a little time gamblin in VegasCome back to back runnin faster than five LakersSo mother ***** a hater and his familyAbout to finish the R.E.D. album up in MiamiLebron can't stand me, cause I got this purp in my cup24s on the truck, Laker game nigga what?Ballin, Jim Jones voice probably with the Byrd GangSee the chrome boy? and my mother *****in home boysBut I'm from Cali not to be confused with KhaledHe say that we the best but I'm the best that's validAnd before you try to say that that's a diss,I was up at Khaled's house two days ago *****Sippin on a Long Island ice tea with a white *****That was just as bad as Ice-T's, but she's not the wifeyThe wife be at home with the kid'sLook at them and see how a mother*****er live24 cars, 5 and a half cribs, I was spending money like goin broke was the shit, shit.
