The Game - Mean Muggin lyrics

[Verse 1: Game] Walk up in the club with the million dollar airs on Swinging side to side, like my hair long Feeling like Tunechi in this motherf**er Eyes Japanese, blowing sushi in this motherf**er No true religions, just levi's, come on down to this bee hive Your b**h love to play soft ball, I let her barrow them knee highs She ride the dick like yee-haw, she don't f** with no cowboys I beat it up like I'm He-Man, she love f**in' them G men And after I score I do the salsa in the... Victor Cruz in that Phantom, drop the antenna I think I see some haters in here, I think I see some haters in here co*k the ratchet [Hook: Game] (Dawg) Cause them n***as still mean muggin' n***a what you lookin' at? (Dawg) You n***a still mean muggin' What you lookin' at? (Dawg) You n***a still mean muggin' b**h, whatcha lookin' at? (Dawg) You n***a still mean muggin' Man, that sh** don't even mean nothin' [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] Yea, they mean muggin', the 3D version Ugh in your face like Pee Wee Herman Jack of all trades, no ace of spades But I got a ace in my twenty ounces Gatorade Shake, shake, shake it then pour it I had me a threesome, round four something Hasta la vista, wrist on freezer Automatic weapon, chopper had a seizure Fire, snap back through your snap back Ran out of room in my trunk so I need a hatch back How you n***as leaking, hope you n***as listenin' Big money talk, why you n***as whisperin' [Hook] [Verse 3: French Montana] Roll up in the club like I own this motherf**a' Old n***as kicking j**els I'm like pawn up in this motherf**a' Hoes wipe me down, Little Boosie in this motherf**a' Rolling that La la, Fugees in this motherf**a' I said Lala Carmelo, in this motherf**a' Shorty wanna puff, J Lo in this motherf**a' High rollers bank stop, tattoos, tank tops Bad news, thanks pop, you man food, lamb chops You know I run my city, please believe that Got that work, put them canines on rehab n***as wrinkle up their face, we gon' iron that Get Rob Cole game, he gon' let you buy a bag [Hook]