The Game - About Me (Original) lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon] Yeah, ah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, ah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, ah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, ah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, you know how we do it Turn me up, kid, let's get it popping Yo Dre, good looking on this coke, man This sh** is official [Verse 1: Raekwon] Aiyo, it's back to business, making them diskettes, pushing sixes Rocking wild animals on jackets are sickening Hear me? From here to Rockaway to Cali, we flipped this Broad day, Chef'll saute, his lyrics is crispy Now I got Dre up in the kitchen, Rae stuck in position Bout to flame broil his coke and get busy What? Politics, pop collars and drive violent whips Stay fly, hungry and wise, you know the code, honor it Sit back, yelling it's nothing, unless his bu*tons get pressed We don't stress nothing, we only get dressed Stretched out, moving professional, frying more fish I heard it in slurs, them n***as is blessed While we ball to the maximum, give me the floor, for real I show off and let my money get stretched Take it to a new level, new bezzle, few rebels Few wolves with medals on, you know we get test [Hook: Raekwon] Me, n***a, me, that's who, Cash Rule You better slow it down, n***as'll smash you, cousin Me, n***a, me, pa** through, rascals Half gorilla, half ape in them track suits, black Me, n***a, me, capsules, birds, whips Ounces and fifths no licking the gla**, duke Yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yeah (yeah) I'm here, so it's there, yea-yea-yea-yeah, yeah [Verse 2: Game] Yo, I be on the Island, wildin', stallions under the Phantom hood With the V12 growling like Mike Vick's pit bulls, the last one to die Probably cried, chinky eyes, heading straight for the dirt That's how it is in my hood, Compton, n***as put you under the Earth Four-five bulging out that white T-shirt like a hard on This block sh** is ill, like the n***a that put Raekwon the God, on I can drink to that, but all the Patron probably gone Chef brought the Hennessey, we start to get our polly on Ashy knuckles, taped up veggies in a duffle Back to back Beemers, Moss'll play me in a huddle, yeah I pop big sh**, New York Knick sh** L.A. Laker paper, Kobe coming off a pick, sh** I'm the shooter, the marble rip ruger Hard tops, we tell stories like Slick Rick the Ruler [Hook] [Verse 3: Raekwon] I'm that live little live n***a up in the Lex Swinging through hoods, ratchets and a couple Gillette's Peoples is straight, can't tell me nothing, we cake Rolling lovely, bricks and white sh** up in Mercedes I live by the code, I was never a fake When it's time to ride, I be in the front with the ace Lighting blunts, Marvin Gaye sh**, bumping them great Gla** of Cru', get a writing hand, wiping the paint Candy apple shine, all my n***as in the line, pollying Everybody jollying, and we straight What it do, baby, Wu coming through in that new Mercedes Everybody looking like it's Houston, but it ain't Staten Island hot boys, pushing them hot toys You gon' f** around and let your woman get you got boy Who ripped the fever back in '97, rip the year? Who came in Cali after west coast gangstas there? [Hook]