The Game Soundboard Edit

A vest for every ****a with an owl on his chest and what

All I ever ask is 1

All I ever ask is 1

All I ever ask is 1

All I ever ask is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100

All I ever ask is keep it eight more than 92 with me, 100

And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush

And I stayed on some conscious shit

Back when we all ever needed was the cocaine

Back when you could get a half or a whole thang

Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost, damn

Bricks in the 600 why they call me Raw Game

Can't think, so you roll up that indigo

Cardo got wings

Cause you a out of town ****a like Biggie

Dis gon b good #the game #jason momoa #dis gon be good #this is gonna be good #fun watch #good to see #enjoyable #entertaining #chair #pull up a chair

Do a ****a four favors when you can't do the fifth

Dog, fame is a motherfucker

Drake told me not to trust you ****as

Eat the pussy like la la laaaa

Fine ****a Friday, you know a ****a live this

Get out of line, probably throw a couple jabs at em

Get this money, fuck these bitches though

Got a ****a confused, but why a ****a gotta choose?

Got her stuffin bircks in that Prada

Guess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though

He had a young ****a right there with Meech

He was Lil Snupe, I was Meek Mill

Heard about the shit with Diddy

Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you ****as

Held a ****a down since he was a lil' ****a

Hit Rodeo, probably throw a couple bags at ya

Hit you with the helicopter tongue

How a ****a s'posed to love you ****as?

How soon they forget?

I always ride for you baby, and when shit get hard

I gave her keys to the condo, keys to the Jeep

I got L.A. unified, you better off committin' suicide

I never learned how to be nothin' but a real ****a

If he was still alive, he would kill ****as

If I lost my success and my confidence

In corners in my Impala

In my 2Pac voice I ain't mad at ya

In the Lamborghini smokin on that la la la

Just walkin' 'round the crib like, "Why a ****a can't live?"

Keep it gangsta pricy, one of them cold things

Keep the pistol on the side da da

L.A

L.A

L.A. ****as, we the craziest, these ****as do some shady shit

L.A. ****as, we the craziest, yeah, 100

L.A. ****as, we the craziest, yeah, 100

L.A., all I ever ask is 100

L.A., all I ever ask is 100

L.A., L.A. ****as, we the craziest, yeah, 100

L.A., L.A. ****as, we the craziest, yeah, 100

Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit

Make a real ****a wanna give his life to God like, "Here it go"

Miss 4 Cent, that was my real ****a

My ambitionz of a rida

My ambitionz of a rida

My ambitionz of a rida

My ambitionz of a rida (rida, rida)

My ambitionz of a rida (rida, rida)

My ambitionz of a rida (rida, rida)

My ambitionz of a rida (rida, rida)

My ambitionz of a rida (rida, rida)

My ambitionz of a rida (rida, rida)

My ambitionz of a rida da da

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My ambitionz of a rida da da da da da da da

My ambitionz of a rida da da da da da da da

My ambitionz of a rida da da da da da da da

My ambitionz of a rida da da da da da da da

My ambitionz of a rida da da da da da da da

My fitted flew off, but I dont need it, tell me what I need

****a catch these bullets like he catch the bus

****as called me to set you up

****as is jealous of you, so they try to wrap you up

****as know how it feel when you missin' your ****a though

****as'll run up on your car, catch you off guard

****as'll run up on your car, catch you off guard

Not even to H Town

One look and I got her

People been reachin' out to me

Put her in a YSL and that Prada da da

Ridin' 'round town, just me and my four pounds

Run up on you at your granny house, leave you lyin' like Fif'

Same time fuck good, drop ass for you

Say "You jigglin, baby", gave her the whole damn fleet

Screamin' Frog name at the clouds, they don't hear me though

See, I know how it feel to be platinum plus

She got her hair in the wind, eyebrows on fleek

Shit was so simple when Henchman was out

Slidin down that pole for a dollar, nada

So happy when "Bleu Davinci" got out

So I came through to vest you up

So underground that I gotta be a trill ****a

Strapped up from the waist down

Stressin' while drivin' down Figuero'

Take the wheel, see if you can drive while I eat it

Tat you up, but it's OVO/Blood Money

Teachers ain't testin' us

Tell that girl Holla

That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch

That's word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real ****a

Then fuck you til the helicopter come

Thinkin' 'bout the beef like:

This my city, ****a, everybody know it

Tucked in my Tom Fords, hope I ain't gotta show it

Want me to come and wet you up

We came up on these California streets

Why you gotta tell a ****a buinnes

Wit ya, noooo, I ain't mad at ya

With the top down feelin like

Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit

Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit

Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit

Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me

Yeah, I met him in a dope gang, he had no name

Yeah, I ride it like rah rah rah rah

You dissin' Drizzy, that's cool, but don't come to my city though

You need a bitch that's gonna blast, spend cash with ya

You ****as don't feel me though

Your energy off, you're finicky, I rush you ****as

'15 Bonnie & Clyde, Nicki and Meek

"We can pass these motherfuckin' straps like a physical"

(My ambitionz of a rida)

(My ambitionz of a rida)

40 in the Sti dash fuck around and be road kill