The Game - Daytona 500 (500 Bars) Lyrics
Hov invented swag, I'll give him that But who invented slime about the niggas in the fitted caps? Reppin cincinatti, they ain't ever been there I'm working the track out, no under armour chinwear ***** bad *****es, check my list, see kim there Stacey dash, I'll smash and pass Nut on her face like skin care Can't get rid of me, the game gon' be here Like teachers with they tenure No pen here, straight off the dome I throw a shot, blacka, knock him straight off his throne That goes for every nigga, the nigga with the lockjaw And that heavy nigga, I ain't talking about ross He the mother*****ing boss, I'm the ceo Niggas using their skymiles just to see me flow I've got the illmatic cd flow, fake diamonds Fake kaballah beads, niggas seen me flow Getting tired of these niggas, feds put wires on these niggas I got some richard pryors for these niggas Couple court cases, couple shell cases Trickling off the ground right next to where the ace is I can't take this shit that I'm seeing in the industry I'd rather be everybody's enemy in the back of the strip club Guzzling some hennessey; I really made it rain with meech I got memories ***** with em here, blow out your memory Take the route 4 for the chevy, we rock kennedy Like a bottle of patron, one nigga can't finish me Whoop a nigga's ass, he'll tell the cops there was 10 of me Ice on my neck, I ain't ever had an injury Ice on my wrists, I ain't ever had an injury Meanwhile niggas see me with the doctor Platinum plates on a phantom nigga, welcome to the opera! Welcome to mi casa, shrimp scampi and lobster Big bowl of og kush, watching [?] Nigga take a hit of that, california kush, five You ain't gotta send it back Quarterback, nigga I gotta send it back Get charlie sheen on the phone, tell him to win it back The summer over nigga, tell them that the winter back Take that boy crying, ***** nigga, come get it back Snapback? ***** that! authentic fitted cap Nigga talk shit, then it's off with his fitted cap Off with his fitted cap Let these niggas know that the boss of the city back I need a 7 5/8 philly hat Rozay, where that nigga meek milly at? Where beans, where chris, where gilly at? Can't stop bloodin', I'm a *****ing hemophiliac 1st nigga on the set with a red rag Then the industry took my whole swag Pound sign, dag, and all of you niggas is *****ing fags I dare you come play up on the boy, got 20 niggas with me, can't one of them spell "hors d'oeuvres" Pearl handle, but I don't eat oysters Catch em in the hood, 24's on that porsche An omen, had to divorce her. she ain't wanna get in the truck I had to force her Heard she wasn't giving it up, you had to force her Buy homegirls some bottles to intercourse her Where they do that at? where my bloods at? Where my soo woo rag? where my lil nigga From where they do voodoo at? 4 albums, all number ones, go and google that So I'm banned like the number ones How you try to make it rain with 100 ones Nigga, I'm able to the game, no cummerbund Everyday I'm in the range with another gun I snipe ya... no wesley I'm the king, mother***** elvis presley I'm the king and I be smoking, dare a nigga come and test me Put two 9's in your back, wayne gretzky Yo, I'm ahead, they can't catch me 5'10" and over, nigga, arrest me I be out tomorrow, my lawyer'd beat that Now nigga, go and tweet that I just did, nigga, re-tweet that And tell floyd I've been workin' on the speed bag He don't fight pacquiao, then I'm up next Cut his eyes like [?] cut checks I'm a millionaire, nigga, ***** stress Put me on basketball wives, it'd be a *****fest Shoutout to funk flex, shoutout to dj clue Shoutout to dj ski, shoutout to dj pooh He gon' cry when he get in the car Like I cried blood tears when I was gettin' the star Like I told vita guerra she wasn't gettin' that far Got some head, then I kicked that ***** up out of the car But look at the bright side, it was the slr And you've been kicked out worse, don't act like I was the first Then came amber, alert You ain't supposed to talk about it, nigga, wipe where she squirt Like a soda can, I can murder this beat if yeezy and hova can So here we go again Pounds of the kush, and couple of my oldest friends Last week, I was in my uncle otis' benz Back it up into the throne, it's totaled then Only had a full week, it ain't broken in I'll prolly never be king, it's kinda soakin' in Heard I'd never go big, from the po' end He had a complex, all I got is concepts Classics, legendary straight up out the projects San diego aztec, number one prospect Aston martin, that's a foreign object Phantoms, 'rraris, wasn't 25 yet Lambos, mazdis, wasn't sayin' 5 yet 17, million, my son wasn't 5 yet Disrespect the whole rap game and ain't die yet Hov, let's make a side bet I'm a j. cole fan, can a nigga drop next? (Damn, I mean he got a good thing) Call pay per view can me and 50 box yet? Dr. dre can I hear detox yet? Yeah, I got some singles on that ***** Where that ho malaya at, got some singles for that ***** Turn on the radio, got some singles on that ***** Prada gold me? me and kris kringle on that ***** Goin' ham in the club, you should see me in this ***** Space bottle tall as bobby valentino in this ***** How it turn into a casino in this ***** Tell 'em it's g-money I'm with nino in this ***** On my toes like a ballerina in this ***** No prodigy at summer jam screamin in this ***** Child prodigy, bobby fischer leanin' in this ***** All the poor ass niggas ain't wanna see me gettin' rich Too late for that though, I got cash flow Young fidel castro, actin' like an ***** And I don't know better I ain't know if this a louis vuitton or polo sweater To me the y-cell logo better Watch a knock-off cause these hoes know better If I make a documentary, I'll be rich forever Like my nickname dick, I'll be rich forever Pause... now applaud, and let these real hip-hop fans count my bars Let these real hip-hop haters count my cars Back to swishers, ***** a cuban cigar Unless it's handed to me by a cuban All these haters on my dirt so I might as well smoke it with mark cuban Old nigga new york knees, ewing Kyrie irving give a ***** about a 2 inch Got these *****es giving me brains, stupid Finally got the otis instrumental, had to loop it New school rapper shot by cupid, stupid Everybody sayin' they sick, I got lupus And I'm still on the block, like the new kids I got a few kids, I got a few cribs I got a new kid so I bought a new crib 2.5 stupid, not a new crib 50 helped a nigga out, but the truth is All this shit from one freestyle on whoo kid If I ain't the king, then nigga tell me who is If I ain't won the west the last 9 years, who did? I'll wait, while I'm starin' at my hublot In my blackberry looking for pictures that do blow Used to push weight, like a sumo Give it to my *****, better stuff it in the culot Take it to the visitor room, give it to bruno These niggas take a bag and slide to a new box of uno? But that's too much inf, for the you know Where I'm from a rat'll never give orders to you know I heard your lil' album, kudos They say the shit a classic, nigga, I got a few of those A few hoes, new clothes, like I'm jason derulo So niggas step to the side like a euro And if a nigga get too close Boom fill slugga? to the dome, pujols Niggas don't like game, they a bunch of puntos I'm sippin' mojitos with ms. puerto rico Julie? floor seats, durant shootin' free throws Back to the spot, left eye in the peep hole A1 perico? stay about my stash I'm just a middle man, niggas *****in' up my cash Police pulled me over, now they *****in' with my dash 2 blocks to go, throw that shit up in the trash 2 glocks to blow, put a bullet in your ass Like plaxico, got you jettin' up the ave I swear to god man, these niggas make me laugh 'Pposed to be my future, you ain't *****in' with my past I shoot first, ask questions last Kobe mind state, why the ***** would I pass Boost crime rate, then make twitter crash All in one day with my controversial ass My grandmother smh my mama like damn The hoes loling and my niggas goin' ham Run your lips, like gina, shake your thick, like pam This a bloodsport, jean claude van damme 180 bars, man damn Love farrakhan but I'm 'bout to go ham You hear what I just said? nigga damn I love the beat, but I'm 'bout to go ham Yeah, hard as a mother *****er Open my garage, see cars like a mother *****er Walk up in the club, see broads like a mother *****er 50's pulling titties out of bras like a mother *****er Ace of spades, black car like a mother *****er You niggas broke, rush card like a mother *****er Outside the club plush cars like a mother *****er And we ain't rent shit, these ours like a mother *****er But ***** with my niggas, see stars like a mother *****er Snoop busta and nas they my mother *****ers 2v2's and ar like a mother *****er Kid red rap star like a mother *****er Goin' bout this otis beat, hard like a mother *****er Drums? weak as ***** read minds? like a mother *****er Give drummer some? ***** get on your knees and give a plumber some I'm leakin
