Game - Just So You Know Lyrics
[Intro:]AnybodyOKEI need anybodyIt's the moment ya'll been waiting forAnybody I needAnybody I needEnd of school, we had a good run right?Ha ha[Verse 1:]Listening to that Drake, I'm like oh shit!This nigga Drizzy got me thinking bout my old *****You know what? ***** that *****, ***** that *****You got some bottles in your session, you can ***** that *****Jesus piece was a mother*****erGotta thank God like a mother*****erInterscope ain't promote that hoBut Jimmy I beast to my mother*****erI'm back like Joe but in hefty grubI just signed with Cash Money, yeah nigga, you know itSpending all my mother*****er money and live like goddamn *****Can a mother*****er live?Can a mother*****er live?Can a mother*****er live?Brand new dead, drop top GattiKobin up grove, can a mother*****er live?Flies and jet, mother*****er liveMIA buzzing like a mother*****ing beeReal nigga here, real nigga careerBody anywhere, nigga, I'm so sincereSix bottles Ciroc, couple hoes in hereCouple old niggas from a 4-4 in here!Nigga ain't dolo hereGot desert niggas on the niggas polo here***** back back so my logo clearIt's Rich Gang! Dollar signs on the big chainAin't nothing new, I've been *****ing with Wayne![Hook:]Hanging out that window, throwing West Side up, like Pac and you knowIn the club we're startin to popping off and you know20 K, a king of diamonds, *****, and you knowCalifornia king, ho, just so you knowAnd you knowAnd you knowAnd you knowJust so you know![Verse 2:]Listening to this Big Sean like, "oh shit!"My lil nigga Kendrick kills you on your own shitBut I ***** with SeanIt's just Compton, niggaI helped him get his Jesus piece back from the mobsters, nigga!I've been the middle man for rap niggas and jury niggasAsk me find that shit like I'm mother*****in SiriIPhone, ass nigga! Five homes, yes nigga!New coupe slide back with the roofHunned 80 proof, gotta throw it back to proofAir Jordan Ones, North CarolinaI'm killing these *****es like Ray KerufThey salute like soldiers, niggaGive, yo game up like soldiers, niggaTreat em like lawn chairs, throw them niggaStill got the West Coast on my shoulders, niggaKeep to the city, that polices is watchingA hundred thousand on funerals*****es calling me RobinCause I'm a hood nigga, doing good, nigga!I'm God's favorite, I wish you would nigga![Hook:]Hanging out that window, throwing West Side up, like Pac and you knowIn the club we're startin to popping off and you know20 K, a king of diamonds, *****, and you knowCalifornia king, ho, just so you knowAnd you knowAnd you knowAnd you knowJust so you know!
