The Game - Red Rockin (feat. Germ Ghee) lyrics

Red Rockin Repeat 3x: SuWu n***a What The Game Verse 1 It's the Lord of the Dead Patron shots to the head, heard Dr. Dre's daughter tryna get some street cred. Mutha f**a I got it,if I pulled it I shot it, and Blood faker than Don Cheadle in "Colors" playin Rocket.Who you think you foolin cuz? You ain't neva shot sh**, Andre Young's b**h stay riding Pac's dick yeah. Gee Malone tell Blood to run along before his non-gang affiliated a** meet the chrome Yeah, I respect the n***a Spyda more than you cause at least if I see cuz I know he gone shoot, and I'ma shoot back on my Piru tat, Jim Jones and Lil Weezy I SuWu that Red rags in New York, red rags in Boston if I die today b**h It'll be a red rag coffin. I respect no one but you gun, so pull it co*k it and tell Dre I'm on one Germ Ghee: And get a call from the big homie n***a you dead, I'll put a 50 cent size whole in back of your head, let the nina full of hollow tips put you to bed,The Black Wall Street goon squad, over here's red. Run up on him for the bread, the ski mask way started listening to LAX flyin away, guess it's all entertainment at the end of the day. cause on some real sh** they don't really wanna die today. I'll do my homework Find out your hide-away then cross a n***a over like Tim Hardaway, Boyz in tha Hood he'll get shot with the A.K Make em fill like they're in Iraq right now today, sweat bleeding under the sun, b**h I ain't the one, public enemy n***a my uzi weighs a ton I from B'town, n***as get money where I'm from. Gang bangin heavy dawg stayin strapped where I'm from. The more money I count the more haters I get The more beef let it come, the more hammers I grip,the more slicks for the white,the more I'm floodin the strip. Germ Ghee keep it gangsta and sh**. You know me huh? yeah SuWu n***a what?