Hook Swizz Beats & The Game: Swizz Beats: Aim 4 the head When you see ‘em go get ‘em nigga Aim 4 the head When you see ‘em go get ‘em nigga Aim 4 the head When you see ‘em go get ‘em nigga The Game: Cass let they ass know you ain’t playin’ wit’ ‘em Swizz Beats: Aim 4 the head When you see ‘em go get ‘em nigga Aim 4 the head When you see ‘em go get ‘em nigga Aim 4 the head When you see ‘em go get ‘em nigga Cassidy: Game let them lames know you ain’t playin’ wit’ ‘em
Verse 1 The Game: I got my slugs on Gettin’ my thug on New Aero prim low Giovanni rims, oh The Phantom got curtains you can’t see through the tint so Bought a 45 put the beer on the window It’s me and Swiggle for shizzle V twizzle the pistols Cock it back if you carry a missile Then cross both of your arms nigga fold it back If you missed Soulja Slim do da Nolia Clap All recliner seats in the Rover back Yeah it’s me and Young Cass ‘til HOV come back You wanna see us both geared then load ya gat We be da first niggaz to bring Pennyloafers back Why niggaz wanna see my R-I-P Empty the clip in a nigga before I D-I-E Prayin’ on my downfall like B-I-G I be in da cockpit ride dirty like D-I-P Po-po pull me over wanna see ID Searchin’ my shit, tryna find my 3 times 3 They don’t know I got 4 times 4 in the back seat With enough bodies on to get a nigga 5 times 5 Other niggaz snitch on ‘em Like if you got the Rover parked crooked in the front he might have bricks on ‘em I send the lamp back like a brotha in Rich Porter When I bone you again you a buck 50 like 6 Quarters, yeah
Verse 2 Cassidy: Shit real I know how baggin’ a whole brick feel Big deal hit da garage and switch wheels My chicks real with the Ménage and tip drills Gimmie a massage then show me how them lips feel I’m shy to get some grindin’ on the strip steel And I grip steel still keep the clips filled Everything I spit real Everything I spit ill Everything I spit sick for real Don’t shit switch Ain’t shit change Like Rick James I’m rich bitch Forget change, big chain or wrist glist I’m with Game I’ma make cake like biscuits My album went gold in a month, that was a quick flip Don’t say shit bitch These niggaz with the lip get A one in the gun ‘til it go click click And I’ma switch clips and squeeze like toothpaste Palm over my forearm so I could shoot straight I’m ‘bout to make it hard to eat like toothaches Smile flip dope like I go in the booth and shoot base Deuce deuce the ‘scapes in the coupe drape I’m not broke I got coke by the suitcase My boots laced I got base in the white keys I’m ‘bout to cop the Convertible crib like Ice-T’s And dat ice on your sleeve dat’s light cheese I spend 100 Gs a year on white Tees
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Bridge The Game: If you wanna go to war then pop sumthin’ If you wanna go to war then pop sumthin’ If you wanna go to war then pop sumthin’ You can’t afford a Swizz track nigga stop frontin’ (Repeat) Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
