The Game — Brake & Lights

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] My nigga Game I remember when I first met the nigga! Nigga hella-flamed up, flagging and all that Nigga told me he come through Cedar Block Out there in Compton and shit I said if this was one of my niggas from New York this nigga be my nigga Even though he from the West Coast, he still my fuckin' nigga Crazy shit 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 Love that nigga [Verse 1: The Game] I wake up in the morning to Ciroc and some pancakes Give a fuck about a bar, bitch, this a mixtape! Give a fuck about a car, bitch, this a Rover! You drivin' a mistake like me dissin' Hova But I don’t give a fuck, nigga, do it all again Rule number one, never make a rap nigga friend But I run up on a muthafuckin' rap nigga Benz In Miami feeling like Khaled, “All I do is win" Eighty thousand on the bracelet, watch got a face lift Drivin' through the hood in this muthafuckin' spaceship Feelin' 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 fuckin' with bitches with scars and bullet wounds Live in that Ferrari, sleep in it like a tomb Soo Woo straight up out my mama womb, nigga [Chorus: The Game] 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 Nigga 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: The Game] From the cradle to the grave nigga, do it hard body But I never fuck with a bitch with a hard body Soft as a peach, life is a beach And I’m in Venice laid on the beach, white sheets With a dime-piece starin' at my timepiece, what it say? By six o'clock we be chillin' at the Mandalay, nice Chandon on the ice Swimmin' in this fuckin' money, buy a hatin' nigga life Ask about mine, nigga, I reply twice Bitches run around my house, three blind mice Get lost in this muthafucka But I never get crossed in this muthafucka Rottweilers at the door! Dobermans by the pool, Dimes by the furnace Live life like Capone cause a muthafucka earned it Paper planes with them hunnid dolla bills Spent a couple mill but still, nigga [Chorus: The Game] 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 Nigga 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: The Game] One love to my niggas, two claps for my hoes Buy a dime piece some clothes, well nigga, I suppose I can get her Jimmy Choos, don’t mean that I'ma do it Went light skinned 'cause my first baby mama blew it Now I’m stuntin’ on dem hoes, what happened to the Buick? Nigga turned rap star, God bless music Now a nigga gettin’ head whenever I choose it Blues Brother’s jewels covered in that new Goose n’ Grew up on that Snoop shit, Gin got me woozy Got me feelin' sorry for my nigga Lil' Boosie Turn up the fuckin’ radio, bang a lil' Gucci Get high as a hummingbird, and touch a little coochie Yeah, I’m a made man, bitch what you thought? If I want an Aston, that fuckin’ bitch bought Tell my nigga AR, 'Go open up the vault' And fuck what it costs, money talk, nigga [Chorus: The Game] 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 Nigga 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