Breakin Rules (Feat Busta Rhymes)
[Busta Rhymes - Chorus]
Now put your hands up
Baby I wanna see you move
If you wanna get it poppin than show me just how you do
You can either give me head or f** my whole crew
If you into breaking rules than listen to what you do
[The Game]
So put your hands up
n***a I wanna see your j**els
If you never met a gangsta I show you just how we do
If you blink or move you on the 9 o clock news
I'm riding with flipmode
You ain't f**ing with my crew
[Busta Rhymes - Verse 1]
Being that gangsta n***a game tied
Combine a great mind with Dr Dre outside the club
You form a great line
You not a thug you ain't even in the club n***a
Roll up in the spot with a bunch of ceder block blood n***as
Scud missiles launch, holla like a bud n***a
Don't stop, make the b**hes follow (?)
While you ponder on my moves
sh** is kinda strange flipmode aftermath bank account number change
Since day 1 n***a east coast stompin
Game told me come through take a lil trip to Compton
The way they live around here the sh** is evident
They do how like we buy weed down on (?) on President (Westside)
Same hood sh** homes
You know we do it proper
At the Vibe award my Ratchet woulda really repped the Doctor n***a
Look close you see the damage I'm bringing
Aftermath n***a thats the band Im swinging
[Chorus]
[The Game]
You think you got a n***a shook right
What you look like
In the club only Yankee fitted with a red light
Look left look right
n***a we don't tuck ice
Me and Busta Rhymes shine like Diesel truck lights
Styling with my chucks on
Gold chain plus stones
On the stores track I run the city like Puff Combs
And ever since they put Buss on
We be dropping gangsta sh** while my competition making love songs
I got no problem watching Snoop getting his cuz on
Thank Jimmy Iovine for letting me put the buzz on it
They say I'm borderline disrespectful
I tell em s** my dick long as my wrist and neck glow
I put chicks on xo then show em the breast stroke
Hurricane game I splash and let her legs go
Far as my checks go got cribs in escrow
In three years flat Im crowned king of the west coast
[Chorus]
[The Game]
Im bout the only rapper that ain't been jacked
How was that? cuz I pack that mack
Don't make me clap cuz I going off yack
On a Scott Storch track
So sniff these lines while I chop that crack
You can sip that surp while we flip these birds
B stars flipmode thats what you heard coming out that trunk
I pump that base with a red bandana tied around my face
And a Louie V belt wrapped around my waist
Im so ridiculous, ignorant thats just how I was raised
Inconsiderate, belligerent and n***as would say
I ain't finish another album without f-ckin with Dre
He can't finish Detox without f-ckin with me
Cus I'm young and I'm sick and I'm CPT
And I'm dumb and I'm rich n***as can't see me
With red beams on the S-C-O-P-E
[Chorus]
[Singing]
B Stars and Flipmode, flipmode
B Stars and Flipmode, flipmode
B Stars and Flipmode, flipmode
B Stars and Flipmode, flipmode