bottles & rockin' j's
Singer:game, the
i got my black and red jordan retro 6's on
i'm all about gettin money
i love glorifyin my hard work
shit them hoes love it too
all i know is bottles and rockin j's
aiyyo game i wanna talk right now. i wanna let niggaz know what know. 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
game i don't really give a fuck if it's your record
my nigga look i gotta rhyme first
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 goin and goin
how i do it? niggaz don't even be knowin
yes they do be knowin how i be bangin in every shit i be givin you
all the heat i be packin and i be - showin off
you know where i'm headin
and i'm gonna get the jordan's the patent leather 11's
they really bangin all the way down to the bedding
and i get a couple pair with all this money i be gettin
and i kill 'em with the bop
see the way a nigga steppin
and we pop bottles and we rock j's
and respect the way i do it 'fore i hit you with the weapon
don't be spillin liquor all over my shit
dayum! anyway. see we gotta get it up
lemme see everybody put your liquor bottles up
{m-m-m-maybach music} let's go!
bottles and rockin chains
my whip collection insane
condominium in the clouds
pictures of boston george
fuckin fast and cookin dope
my new bitches must minage
pistol tucked in my louie
jordan's monday through friday
especially when i'm freakin
them spike lee's on wednesday
13s' and them spandex on thursday
king of diamonds i'm in heaven
redbone pussy poppin on my black and red 11's
patent leather when i step in
i ain't get it from the store
that. i put footprints in them couches
i put so much in my two-step
i ain't got no choice but to rep
make pretty girls do the ugly face
and they just put my song on
like ay! ay! then it's right back to my muggin face
nigga said put the weed out
bottles pop like we won sum'n
raise a glass for err'body that's done
but tonight we on that red berry and cranberry - soo-woo
and i'm smokin on that purp
wit some niggaz that will murk
and we ain't 'bout all that talkin
in these number 4 jordan's
that's a hammer witta camera
tip a nigga like a dancer
i don't know nuttin' but bitches and gettin money
that fuckin vest is so useless
whaow! young mula baaaaay-baaaaay!