The Game feat. Rick Ross - Stop | Текст песни

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• The Game feat. Rick Ross
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Verse 1:
The Game
When I'm lowridin wit my bitch oh hit the switch oh car gettin hify stunna shades on the 64 and my shit go look at my wrist glow is Jacob goin to jail, man I dont know. from rest in lights to rest in ice. Its like Independence day when I ride at night, Its like N.W.A. when I ride in day my chest is cool and Im cool as Dre, Nigga I make hits, but we dont wear that Bape shit, my bandana red its Louis Vuitton, from out there niggas cant tell its Louis Vuitton, come in here mafucka where the weapons is drawn Crystal on ice and all the Henny is gone, and I still got five dimes on my arm if that make sense you gettin warm, nigga you gettin warm.
Chorus: X2
The Game
Turn the lights off turn the music up out here in the dark turn your speakers up I will not stop I cant be stopped I aint go stop till the music stop
Verse 2:
Sly Polaroid
I might be somewhere foreign maybe (incomprehensible), in white Air Force Ones or maybe some Gucci I keep it gangsta till the slugs from the shells shot me, we gettin money mane laughin at these lil groupies, Im in the hood with my foot on the pedal, hands on my metal ridin thru the ghetto, reapa on my back while Im talkin to the devil, but you don’t understand cause you soft like Jello, I never dreamed bout bein a doctor these streets turned boys to monstas, its somthin bought the sound when I cock that choppa, middle finga to the law screamin “who gon stop us”, these rappas aint gangstas dawg they impostas, actas, somebody please get em a Oscar, they keep getting sued they doin a lotta fightin, Casper the ghost is doin a lotta writtin, I don’t mess wit too many dudes, dawg I try cause snitchin’s at an all time high, these kats get bread then you hear they involved wit the FEDS, kill everything they love, shoot the dog in the head (gun shot goes off in background), they talk gangsta when you get them statements (incomprehensible) so I call em Temptations, gettem all alone in a room with detectives, the nigga might tell he had grits for breakfast.
Chorus: X2
The Game
Verse 3:
Rick Ross
Pharris I see you nigga
I was fifteen wit a ounce call em a deuce deuce , burnin green on the stoop just feenin for new shoes, Im leanin on grey juice, Its better than Grey Goose, that girl came through I got head in a grey coupe, grey rims hit tha corner Im burnin in California, a young Suge Knight but Im stranded down in Florida, house on the water pool on the roof, got work in the crib worth a million and two, my cars on the grass bags fulla cash, hit Chi-town they goin crazy see the tags, I will not stop pullin out knots, twentys on bottom keep them hundreds on top, fo five six head crack lets get it, forty five bricks beat the case we did it, Boss.
Chorus:X2
The Game