The Game - Brake Lights lyrics

The following is a DJ Skee presentation [Busta] My n***a Game I remember when I first met the n***a! n***a hella-flamed up, flagging and all that n***a told me he come through Cedar Block Out there in Compton and sh** I said if this was one of my n***as from New York this n***a be my n***a Even though he from the West Coast, he still my f**in' n***a Crazy sh** though is even though it seem like the homie be strugglin' between good and bad At the end of the day, it always come from a genuine place Luh that n***a [Verse 1 — Game] I wake up in the morning to Ciroc and some pancakes Give a f** about a bar: b**h, this a mixtape! Give a f** about a car: b**h, this a Rover! You're driving a mistake like me dissin' Hova But I don't give a f** n***a, do it all again Rule #1: never make a rap n***a friend But I run up on a muthaf**in' rap n***a Benz In Miami feeling like Khaled: “All I do is win" 80 thousand on the bracelet, watch got a facelift Driving through the hood in this muthaf**in' spaceship Feeling like the first man on the moon Draped in all black, whole club full of goons Pumpin' bottles 'til them pretty hoes move Tonight I'm f**in' with b**hes with scars and bullet wounds Live in that Ferrari, sleep in it like a tomb Soo Woo straight up out my mama womb, n***a [Hook] I'm in all red like my brake lights In the kitchen on the stove Tryna get my cake right I work late nights, graveyard shift n***a gotta keep it trill I'm blessed like the angel on Rolls Phantom grill Don't make me hit my brake lights It's a cold world, but it don't taste right Gotta get it baked right Eyes in the rear view So I can see clear through the haters [Verse 2 — Game] From the cradle to the grave n***a, do it hard body But I never f** wid a b**h wid a hard body Soft as a peach, life is a beach And I'm in Venice layin' on the beach white sheets With a dime-piece staring at my timepiece: what it say? By 6 o'clock we be chillin' at the Mandolay...nice Chandon on the ice Swimming in this f**in' money - buy a hatin' n***a life Ask about mine, n***a, I reply twice b**hes run around my house, 3 blind mice Get lost in this muthaf**a But I never get crossed in this muthaf**a Rottweilers at the door! Dobermans by the pool, Dimes by the furnace Live life like Capone cause a mutha f**a earned it Paper planes wid dem hundred dolla bills Spent a couple mill but still, n***a [Hook] I'm in all red like my brake lights In the kitchen on the stove Tryna get my cake right I work late nights, graveyard shift n***a gotta keep it trill I'm blessed like the angel on Rolls Phantom grill Don't make me hit my brake lights It's a cold world, but it don't taste right Gotta get it baked right Eyes in the rear view So I can see clear through the haters [Verse 3 — Game] One love to my n***as, 2 claps for my hoes Buy a dime piece some clothes, well n***a, I suppose I can get her Jimmy Choos, Don't mean that Im'a do it Went light skinned cause my first baby mama blew it Now I'm stuntin' on dem hoes What happened to the Buick? n***a turned rap star, God bless music Now a n***a gettin' head whenever I choose it Blues Brother's j**els covered in that new Goose n' Grew up on that Snoop sh** Gin got me woozy Got me feeling sorry for my n***a Lil' Boosie Turn up the f**in' radio, bang a lil' Gucci Get high as a hummingbird, and touch a little coochie Yeah, I'm a made man, b**h what you thought? If I want an Aston, that f**in' b**h bought Tell my n***a AR: “Go open up the vault And f** what it costs, money talk n***a!” [Hook] I'm in all red like my brake lights In the kitchen on the stove Tryna get my cake right I work late nights, graveyard shift n***a gotta keep it trill I'm blessed like the angel on Rolls Phantom grill Don't make me hit my brake lights It's a cold world, but it don't taste right Gotta get it baked right Eyes in the rear view So I could see clear through the haters I paint the whole town, same color as my brake lights