The Game - Twilight Zone lyrics

(Intro) Get my people out them chains n***a I mean handcuffs, time to man up Put my hands up, f** you sayin bruh? Cuz I’m a black man in the Phantom Or is it cuz my windows tinted, car cost 300 thou And I blow endo in it, You mad cuz your daughter f**ed with me on spring break? Well, I’mma f** her til her springs break (Verse) Yeah Roll another one cause I’m random And my four door looking really photogenic Jam ‘em on the tire Interesting won’t expire I’m in the cla** up and all my teacher got fired Money getting long p**y rate keep rising sponsored links Versace outfit cost me 3,000 From the paint houses Did it from the weak hours Selling that chicken no lemon pepper,no sweat and sour First you get the power then you get respect I’m getting so much money I can buy you b**h Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it I like clubs where all the women working naked Feel in love with the wrenches what the f** I’m thinking Bought that ho a ring it was for her pinky Ah, that’s pimpin’ that’s slick Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent f** you’re mad at me fo’? Got a black card and a black Phantom With a white b**h in Idaho I’d do the same thing in Palm Dale Got a big b**h in Atlanta, got a red bone in the Shot Got 2 chains, they 2 tone, 200 racks no lie (Hook) Alle cumbaye, Alle cumbaye I’m bout to rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye Alle cumbaye, Alle cumbaye My lawyer threw them gloves on and be another case (Verse) f** you’re mad at me fo’? Cuz my belt got 2 G’s on it Her belt got 2 C’s on it, My daughter stroll, it got D’s on it Woa, free Big Meech, free Boosy and C Murda Like know what it means like Bob Moore, Come in Compton you will see murders In my egg I’ll see murders, beef n***a no burgers I’m insane and you loose end, n***a better turn on them burgers Got cups women in that gla** jar, b**h go to dome meet Vernon Got smoke to sell in this hotel, no half-price, no retail You a b**h n***a no female I smack n***as, free will I’m on the block like D12, I got the white no detour Like a little man, get Africa I was born holding that cut And that’s real sh**, no real sniff and none on the day But they yelling (Hook) Alle cumbaye, Alle cumbaye Thank God that these n***as seen another day Alle cumbaye, Alle cumbaye Got a chopper and the product, f** it let em spray (Verse) I took my case to trial, higher the green team Rob the Kardashians, Johnny Cochrane, I seen things I dream big, I think sharp Inhale smoke or wind tree bark Humble yourself, you’re not a G, keep it one with yourself Runnin n***as for help favors, I keep one on the shelf I got riffles with lasers, swing it just like the majors Hit you right above naval, now you swimming in pavement Gold medals on my neck, I call it Michael Phelps Pros settlin for less I call em bottom shelf n***as tough on them blogs and never did nothing at all On the road to the riches, b**hes not tagging along Ass in the thong, hit that a** and I’m gone Disrespect my n***a Boston, I’m flashin the chrome I’m waving the gat, tittie spay in the mack It’s still those in the back, on the lap I got a b**h to look like Layla Ali sittin in my lap Got a problem skateboard, pick em up relax We could skate boards, where to now? Chop will my budget skateboard, homey n***a back (Verse) 2 Chainz! Skateboard on a n***a track No lie,no lie, already got a plat Mama got a house,daughter got accounts Just to think a n***a like me started with an ounce Bad b**hes and deep boys would bring ‘em out Hit them n******gs p**y,we tush ‘em We clean ‘em out This the voice of ghetto intelligence If you got work go to work don’t work at your residence for presidents (Verse) Word to Mohamed that triple beam is hella sick Riding through that jungle in that motherf**in elephant That’s a great Ghost, whippin ears on And swimming through the hood like it got fends on it You know I got that work on the forman grill Where you motherf**ers is? Made another mill Got a million sinning like Ca**ius Clay Thrilla in Manilla n***a want it, woop his a** today