The Game - Ya Heard Feat Ludacris скачать mp3

[The Game - Verse 1] You see that cherry red Phantom on them big ass wheels See I be playin' with them cars, I'm like a big ass kid Crazy wit' that cap gun, so if we play cops and robbers I'll show you how to pop revolvers Fitted cap too big, so it cover my eyes That Lambo' that ain't shit, just a public disguise And that top model chick, she for the diamond lane And I be drivin' all crazy cuz my diamond chain is (Bright) As them Las Vegas lights It be the same in California when I'm ridin' at night In New York, I be in Midtown, up and down Broadway Havin' meetings all day, baby my future is (Bright) As LeBron's, take off on anybody Tyra Banks on my arm, and we'll crash any party Yeah, makin' it rain, ain't got shit on me The way I ball, the fuckin' owner should come sit on me Yeah, I'm fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was back Turn on the radio it's a rap [Ludacris - Verse 2] [Talking] Just touched down at L.A.X. LUDA! That's right! What up Game? Fresh out huh? Don't you hear it? That nigga named Luda Slicker than Rick the Ruler, whoop ass like Lex Luger My money long, your shit is shorter than Oompa Loompas And I'll Superman, yooouuu, that ass like Lex Luther Shoot you then say me gusta, I'll take you to meet ya maker My dick's the Staples Center I'll take you to see the Lakers Swoosh! On that Cali' kush, smokin' like a muffler So many red flags I coulda swore I was in Russia Game! I got the fame and the fortune, Compton is scorchin' Get rid of bullets, my gun keeps havin' abortions I ain't havin' it, see 'em in the dead zone Fake dope boys is more bass up in my head phones Adjust your treble, I'm heavier than metal My verses are hot as shit like I recorded wit' the Devil I'm on another level, they stuck on the elevator And I'm about to blow this bitch, Game press the detonator, like Fresh out of Georgia, ya heard I was back, turn up the radio, it's a rap [The Game - Verse 3] See I come from the bottom and they call me The Game But I'm just happy that Beyonce know my name I took that Dr. Dre money and I bought me chain Then I bought me a house, then I bought me a Range Then I bought me some pussy, then I bought me some brains But I ain't buyin' that the best rappers is Kanye and Wayne See both of them niggas spit, but y'all act like you don't hear me spit Like sellin' seven million records ain't the shit I don't win no Grammies, nigga I'm too gangsta And poppin' Cristal wit' Irv don't make me a wanksta See I'm California certified, my niggas make the murder rise Readin' my fan mail in jail, Buck told Curtis bye So I'ma break it down for them niggas in the South Slow it down put this Rolls Phatom Grill in my mouth Throw the Prada slippers on, when I walk in my house P. Diddy and Tommy Lee know what I'm talkin' about See, I'm fresh outta jail, I know you heard I was back Turn up the radio it's a rap