The Game - New Jack City Lyrics @ PlazaMp3.Blogspot.Com

The Game - New Jack City Lyrics

yeah, lift 38th, i don't care what you bitchin'bu

o.d. on the track, need drug intervention

look around hip hop, niggas walkin' in fear

we call the niggas, get tossed off a tear

strong, harder niggas get tossed off a (?)

if it's my nigga, i'm gettin' tossed off a tear

yeah, tell rick ross i'm here

all you gotta do is call me, cheers

(?) ain't your rap for ya

send a bitch to bust a gat for ya

call me g-money, i am that for ya

i do for nas, what i do for kids

hop out why, yo broad day, and shoot the shit

nigga, do for snoop, what i do for dre

violate my probation, let the rumors spray

yeah, do for shyne what he did for puff

sit in jail for ten years, who fuckin' with us?



we are hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop

tell my mother that i can't stop makin' it

tell her that my rags still hangin'

tell her that my names still ringin'

that's how i live and die, on top of the world

nigga's see i switch it slow

40 ounces, rollin' down the liquor store

got your ear twisted, but you don't hear me though

back 4 to 4 times, nigga here we go

oh, top down in the phantom, the joints we smoke

flyin' high, now i know

oh, it's a new jack city, it's a new jack city

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if wayne is nino, i bought tha carter

if it's lakers vs. celtics, i'm the departed

t.i. goin' in, i'm comin' out

drop top phantom's, show 'em what the song about

roc-a-fella used to (?) out

but i'm runnin' over shit, yeah bringin' the hummers out

gave jim jones my rag, let him rock it

gave young money my flag, right pocket

do it right if you gon' do it

and make sure you wipe it off it you gon' shoot it

all i used to do was sell crack and smoke buddha

and now i'm poppin' chris, cause i know luda

if you say "fuck game", you better (?) chains

get a vest, and start workin'n on your motherfuckin' (?) game

fuck money nigga, i got enough fame

and you could trust game



sittin' on the top of the world with his hands up

if you into gettin' money, this the anthem

somebody tell my grandmama that her grandson

got the hood on his shoulders and he can't run

he got to stay and fight



for my soldiers, the goons and the goblins

these rap niggas characters, batman and robin

me? i had the louie ville bad, and i was robbin'

red shit on my head, i was rodman

and i rebounded after g-unit

i sell records, jimmy ain't gotta sneak units

used to walk to the door, my spotted peak through it

sit, stare at my 'pac poster and speak to it

crack hip-hop, and let the chronic seek through it

niggas feedin' off me, cause i eat music

with my dre headphones on, think to it

you waitin' on detox? this the leak to it

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Game - Bottles And Rockin J's Lyrics Ft. DJ Khaled, Lil Wayne, Busta Rhymes, Fabolous, Rick Ross @ PlazaMp3.Blogspot.Com

The Game - Bottles And Rockin J's Lyrics

[dj khaled]

ay yo game, what that do boy

it's dj khaled

i got my black and red jordan retro 6′s on

i'm all about gettin money

i love glorifying my hard work

poppin' bottles

love it too

this dj khaled, we the best

ayo game. red nation



[chorus]

all i know is bottles and rockin' j's

bottles and rockin' j's

bottles and rockin' j's

bottles and rockin' j's



wininng and getting money

wininng and getting money

wininng and getting money

wininng and getting money



bottles and rockin' j's

bottles and rockin' j's

bottles and rockin' j's

bottles and rockin' j's



wininng and getting money

wininng and getting money

wininng and getting money

wininng and getting money



[busta rhymes]

all i know is how to smash on everybody record and do what i do

and make somebody have to go and get a hearse

yo, game i don't really give a f-ck if it's your record

and you my brother my nigga i gotta rhyme fresh

see the way i coming, how i do the game, church

ask somebody, you gotta know you gotta need a nurse

let me bang em with another killa, then we put a couple bottles on the chiller

kill em with another verse

everybody see the way i be going and going

how i do it

the only way we know it, but then again, yes we do

we knowing how i be banging

and every sheet that i get

all the heat i be packin;

and i show it off

with all this money you know where i'm heading

and i'm gonna get the jordan's the patent 11 leathers

they really banging all the way down to the ?

and i get a couple pair with all this money i be getting

and i kill em with the bounce, you see the way a nigga steppin

and we pop bottles and we rock j's, see me reppin

let me show you way i do it before i hit you with the weapon

don't be spillin' liquor all over my shit, give me a second

anyway, see we gotta get it up, fillin bottles up

?



[rick ross]

i'm gettin money, bottles and rocking chains

money like i'm lebron my whip collection insane

suicidal thoughts, highway to heaven riding like a boss

condaminium in the clouds, 60 g's a month

50 floors, marble walls, pictures of boston georgia

?

sanctify, bally shoes, audemars, franck muller ?

?

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[chorus]



[game]

bottles and rockin' j's

smokin and sippin spades

pistol tucked in my louie

heated up like i'm wade

don't do lebron's, kobe up on the weekends

jordan's mondy through friday especially when i'm freaking

them cool grey's, thats monday

them space jams thats tuesday

that spike lee on wednesday

23 in my benz eh

you know i love them 6′s especially on my ?

13′s and them spandex on thursday, it's your birthday

and firday i aint lying, king of diamonds i'm in heaven

red bone bitch poppin on my black and red 11′s

patent leather when i step in

you know what i'm reppin'

it's s double -o, w- double o

black number 4′s i aint get it from the store, buss know

all i know is



[chorus]



[fabolous]

i put footsprints in them couches

i put so much in my two step

put on for my city, i aint got no choice but to rep

i put straight shots in they hair

make pretty girls, do the ugly face

and they just my song on

move back i need dougie space like, ay, ay

then its right back to my muggin' face

? sayin put the ? out

bbm, you buggin face

we walked in, one some, bottles pop like we won some'n

raise a glass for erry'body that's done something from nothin

no grind, no shine, dress code, we pay no mind

cargo's and j's on, they let sun in, no blinds

all i drink is my shit

stop playin, youtube

but tonight we on that red berry and cranberry, soo woo



[lil wayne]

and i'm smokin' on that puff

sippin' on that purp

i came in this bitch with some niggas that will murk

and we aint bout all that talkn, you a dead man walking

stomp a nigga out, in these number 4 jordans

got a scope on the barrel that's a hammer with a camera

hollow tips? tip em like dancing

i don't know nothing but ? and gettin money

blood gang? in public

young tunechi

shoot a nigga up then it's deuces

head shots that f-cking vest is so useless

yeah, yo chuck? these ?

you know who ?

killer bees



[chorus]

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Game Ft. Trey Songz - She Wanna Have My Baby Lyrics @ PlazaMp3.Blogspot.Com

The Game Ft. Trey Songz She Wanna Have My Baby Lyrics

le’gggo

yeah

le’gggo

oh, oh, oh, ohhhh

yeah

le’gggo

oh, oh, oh, ohhhh



everybody f-cking amber rose

is the p-ssy good? only kanye camera knows

and who this tami hoe telling me and trey shooting a video

in a month and she can get a cameo

smh ttm five star we be them

lol hide my bbm aint got my bbm

lou vuiton he be in ‘tron got em queasy and

my money aint young thats my nigga lil’ weezy and ‘em

i keep one rolled like wiz khalifa and ‘em

got some college hoes what wanna smoke a swisha sweet with him

they aint no lauren londons but they got that megan good

they use that photoshop to get their ass up out the hood

and its all good with us niggas mayne

i said its all good cause i’m a trigger man

yeah she said she wanna have jayceon kid

i told that bitch you better off with jason kid



i do it cause they love it

if you hate it bitch who give a f-ck i made it

(oh, oh, oh, ohhhh)

plus i do it for the ladies

somebody say they wanna have my baby

(oh, oh, oh, ohhhh)

she said she wanna have my baby

(oh, oh, oh, oh)

who tryna have my baby

she said she wanna have my baby

she said she tryna have my baby



how many bitches in the club just to f-ck a platinum rapper

poking microscopic holes into the magnum rappers

hoping on the dick but i aint throwing carrots at ya

you aint gon’ worldstar me i aint your average rapper

you drinking all the goose then bitch i aint finna pay

you don’t look like your twitter avatar anyway

bitch you look like an avatar anyway

and thats the same bitch that was stalking fab’ aint it trey? (yup)

and this is how i know you’re giving free head

if you was getting paid, the bottom of your shoe would be red

but it aint, she claiming she a saint

but as soon she see dwight she go hard in the paint

but her girlfriend the type you wanna take home

throw a little drake on it really shouldn’t take long

then she told me that she wanna meet trey songz

i told that bitch strip and start singing all trey song’s



chorus



i do it cause they love it

if you hate it bitch who give a f-ck i made it

(oh, oh, oh, ohhhh)

plus i do it for the ladies

somebody say they wanna have my baby

(oh, oh, oh, ohhhh)

she said she wanna have my baby

(oh, oh, oh, oh)

who tryna have my baby

she said she wanna have my baby

she said she tryna have my baby

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