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like my Netflix loaded
(Get em')
Telling your boss brick city boys is fire
Never mind
Half of y'all be talking through the wire

Media slandered me
So

Aye pretty baby dont you know you drive me crazy
Dont you know that I cant live without you
And I know you waiting by the phone and contemplating

Game's Pain

The Game

LAX

2008

and the Range
Every rap metaphor always ends in my name,
The Kool Hercs, DJ Red Alerts
Before I was born they was talking 'bout The Game
Ask a Jay-Z fan 'bout

the nigga they get
By the way, I'm in a six with your chick
45 on my hip, don't trip or hear this
I'm talking point-blank bitch
First you had it on your mind

And time and time again
you've been here before
Just to see me walk out that door
So if you go I won't trip
But my heart it might slip
These red roses don't

I'm good with that yellow, yellow (drank)
I'm good with that red and yellow, nigga (drank)
I'm good with that red and yellow, nigga (pour up)
Purple

alright
Lucky if I make it home by tonight
Almost died over hoops
Had me questioning if brotha would shoot
Not talking threes but he got three calibers that

smooth, so creamy
Goddamn it I must be dreaming
So jiggly, so soft
Goddamn it I wanna break you off
So hot you gon melt
Eat you all up by myself
Girl I

cnd I'm starring
Red bottoms on the red carpet
You fuck niggas don't want no problems
813
That's just where my team shut it down
That's on me
Tell

nothing

I used to play tough with the cops, had ideas
Told my girl who protest hold me a spot
And I'll go
Black folk know what talking white means
But

a picture i’ll never understand
I think I hit every red light in that taxi cab
The same three fucking clichés I always have to hand
I’m blacklisted by an idea

Red Chip Funk

Performed by Twenty-something DJ Franklin

Lyrics and arrangement by Raymond Francisco Quinton

Produced by Rabid City Records

(C)

I've been flying through the red lights
Watch me make every verse I write the realest shit I ever wrote
She's down, but the weed loud
Come get lost

exclusive) bitch

You see a red light, I see a green
Know I'm getting that bread by any damn means
AR-15, that shit got a beam
Niggas only want attention

[Master P talking]
It's like all the shit we done been through, the average company
They probably would've gave up by now
But No Limit, we constantly

call me baby
Cuz you only want to be just friends

Oh Blah Blah Blah
You keep on talking that
Blah Blah Blah Blah
Don't want to hear about it
Oh Blah

impossible to not ever like me
Better than most it's plausible to sight me
As the red eyes goat don't believe me fight me
You will never throw a good punch

Hoes wanna knock one
Bitch you better fuck sumn

Got a shirt by Gianni
In your main ho that's where you can find me
Why these haters want to mean mug me

red when I came out the blue
I'ma walk right by like I ain't got a clue
I'ma do me, you can do you, boo
I'm sick and tired of lying to you
And if

disregard my health
By best interests are high on the shelf
Life is unfair
But some have it worse
And some dive head first into a hearse
One day I'm gonna say

need be) 
because I seek only you,
you and only you.

Once I saw the setting sun facing the red, red moon 'cross the big, big sky
made small by them

(Camden Lee)

i just hopped up in the beamer, seeing red lights

they been praying that i fall so keep my head high

you got me and i got you, stop

Kiss me red, kiss me red, and don't forget
Kiss me red all over, be my lover

Kiss me red, kiss me red, and don't forget
Kiss me red all over, be

me
Yea I'm high
And Ian talking off of weed
I'm high off life
I got everything I need
Back when I was stressed
Hairline started to recede
Now I'm