The Game - Drug Test Lyrics
[Dr Dre]I'm in this muthaf-cker doing what I wanna10 bottles, 10 *****es go up out the saunaPull up in that Enzo then I do donutsI'm that cool, cashews, make 'em all go nuts[Game]Baby got ass I need me a shot of thatLil mama get gangsta for meStuff it in your Prada bag[Dr Dre]That's rightShe got something that I wanna seeThat's right, so if she leaveShe f-cking with me, that's lifeTwerk somethin', work something', hurt somethin'She wanna check, check this shit out like a verse comingThey rip they neck and run they mouth when they heard somethingDre dropped another one and f-cked around and murdered somethin'Club filled with dead bodies, if not than you a zombieI'm not gon' feel sorry, you pass out from itGet drunk, get bluntedDo what you wanna do, drug test on you[Game]Lotta money when I talkBig mills, big deals'Bout a hundred in a vaultSit still, that realLotta haters throw salt, they lostBig Game give a f-ck how you feelI fear she just might just pop that pillAnd feel on me all night till the tip spillTip scales with her waistline, sex with the basslineShe gon f-ck a snare drum one drink at a time[Dr Dre]Blow right, hoes fight over my nameI got my dough right, hustle running all in my veinsIt's forty days, forty nights if I'm making it rainI reign supreme, a bottle and some bomb-ass weedThan we goood! [Chorus]If you got drugs in this muthaf-cker, ohhLet me see your hands in the airNarcotics in the club and the ladies love usSo lets get high off something, high of something, high of somethingTill your muthaf-cking brain don't functionHigh of something, high of somethingAyy, what I supply taking you high?[Game]Fireworks when I sparkYellow tape, lotta chalkThought you said you a boss, big deal***** chill, pulling out that black cardShowin' off big spendin', letting alcohol spillI feel she might just get too faded, x-rated that's what I likeGlad that you made to this ceremoney at handTake a sip lets plan for the futureIntroduce you to Snoop get you right and... [Snoop Dogg]May I, kick a little something for G'sAnd, make a few ends?, as I breeze throughThe shit on my hip is a f-cking previewAnd guess what it lead to[Chorus]If you got drugs in this muthaf-cker, ohhLet me see your hands in the airNarcotics in the club and the ladies love usSo lets get high off something, high of something, high of somethingTill your muthaf-cking brain don't functionHigh of something, high of somethingAyy, what I supply taking you high?
