Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ali Bomaye, artist - The Game. Album song Jesus Piece, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DGC, Interscope
Song language: English
Ali Bomaye |
| Get my people out them chains nigga |
| I mean handcuffs, time to man up |
| Put my hands up? |
| Fuck you sayin' bruh |
| Cause I’m a black man, in a Phantom |
| Or is it cause my windows tinted? |
| Car cost 300 thou' and I blow Indo in it |
| You mad cause your daughter fuck with me on spring break |
| Well, I’mma fuck her 'til the springs break |
| Yeah, roll another one cause I’m winning |
| In my four door looking real photogenic |
| Gentleman attire, in threads that won’t expire |
| I’m in a class of my own, my teacher got fired |
| Money getting long, pussy rate keep rising |
| Versace outfit cost me 3,000 |
| From the P houses, did it from the wee hours |
| Selling that chicken no lemon pepper, no sweet and sour |
| First you get the power, then you get respect |
| I’m getting so much money I can buy ya bitch |
| Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it |
| I like clubs where all the women working naked |
| Fell in love with a waitress what the fuck I’m thinking |
| Bought that ho a ring it was for her pinky |
| Uhn, that’s pimpin' that’s slick |
| Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent |
| Fuck y’all mad at me for |
| Got a black card, and a black phantom |
| With a white bitch in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana) |
| Got a thick bitch in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi |
| Got two chains, they two-tone, two hundred racks, no lie (true) |
| Ali Bomaye! |
| Ali Bomaye! |
| I’m bout to rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye’s |
| Ali Bomaye! |
| Ali Bomaye! |
| My lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another case |
| Fuck y’all mad at me for, cause my belt got two G’s on it |
| Her bag got two C’s on it, my daughter’s stroller got D’s on it |
| Free Big Meech, Free Boosie and C-Murder |
| Like New Orleans, like Baltimore, come to Compton you’ll see murders |
| And my AR see murders, that’s beef nigga no burgers |
| I’m insane and you Usain, nigga better turn on them burners |
| Got coke swimming in that glass jar, bitch go turn on them burners |
| Got dope to sell in this hotel, no half price, no retail |
| You a bitch nigga, no female, I smack niggas, Sprewell |
| I’m on the block like D 12, I got the white, no D-12 |
| Like a little nigga in Africa, I was born toting that K |
| And that’s real shit, no Will Smith, and no Nona Gaye |
| But they yellin'… |
| Ali Bomaye! |
| Ali Bomaye! |
| Thank God that a nigga seen another day |
| Ali Bomaye! |
| Ali Bomaye! |
| Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray |
| I take my case to trial, hire the Dream Team |
| Robbie Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran, I seen things |
| I dream big, I think sharp |
| Inhale smoke, Hawaiian tree bark |
| Humble yourself, you not a G, keep it one with yourself |
| Run to niggas for help, favors I keep one on the shelf |
| I got rifles with lasers, swing it just like the majors |
| Hit you right above navel, now you swimming in pavement |
| Gold medals on my neck, I call it Michael Phelps |
| Hoes settling for less, I call 'em bottom shelf |
| Niggas tough on them blogs and never did nothing at all |
| On the road to the riches, bitches not tagging along |
| Unless it’s ass in a thong, hit that ass and I’m gone |
| Disrespect my nigga Boss and I’m flashing the chrome |
| I’m waving the Tec, Tity spraying the Mac |
| Extendos in the back, gonna lap |
| Got a bitch that look like Laila Ali sitting in my lap |
| Got a call from Skateboard, pick 'em up at Lax |
| Speaking skateboards, where Tune at? |
| Fuck with him, I’ll break a skateboard on a nigga back |
| 2 Chainz! |
| Skateboard on a nigga track |
| No lie, No Lie already got a plaque |
| Mama got a house, daughter got accounts |
| Just to think a nigga like me started with a ounce |
| Bad bitches and D-boys, we bring 'em out |
| If them niggas pussy, we douche 'em, we clean 'em out |
| This the voice of ghetto intelligence |
| If you got work, go to work, don’t work at your residence |
| …For presidents |
| Word to Muhammad, that triple beam is heaven-sent |
| Riding through the jungles in that muthafuckin' elephant |
| That’s a gray ghost, with the ears on it |
| Swimming through the hood like it got fins on it (Tell 'em!) |
| You know I got that work on the foreman grill |
| Weigh the muthafuckas in, made another mill' |
| Got a nigga feeling like Cassius Clay |
| Thrilla in Manilla, nigga want it whip his ass today |