The Game — Face of L.A.

[DJ Exclusive] Exclusive [Intro: The Game] I thought I leave you niggas wit a little something to play with While I finish my fuckin' album Everybody wanna know when the fuck my album comin' out Whenever the fuck I drop it Wait... [The Game] Here the breakdown Before I tell y'all who I be I gotta say Proof R.I.P That's for Em The 40 ounce spillin' that's for him I got the system in the Bentley on blast for him I go bananas like classic Timbs And my lyrics go over a niggas head like a new era brim And I bang like a new era brim Translation: A brim is a blood; like me and Mac 10 Any nigga want the drama I reach for the Mac 10 Make the fitted cap spin, 'till it peel back skin Eazy baby you don't want it, believe me baby Yeeeeaahh, like Jeezy baby L.A. on my face, the logo from the Dodger brim I'm the face of L.A., you gon' see a lot 'o him The niggas behind me, you gon' see a lot them Enough niggas to fill up every room in the Ramada Inn A&R's at the label like "not again, every time we put a nigga out Game slaughter them" Catch 'im the alley, what you gon' do without your man? Feel like I'm Bishop standing over Radames You niggas bitches, throwin' rocks, then hide ya hands 'Till I chew yo ass up like Flintstone vitamins I smell pussy, somebody let the cats loose I'm the Drama King, you'd think I found Papoose Who's next to put on the rat suit? I fuck 'em Doggy Style, you can go ask Snoop While I bump this Mobb Deep in the Cadillac coupe (haha) Nah, I really like track number 2 So I put a 100 bars on it, you couldn't make my freestyle whack if you went and put Chico DeBarge on it I'm so hard homie, I swear to god homie 50 Cent'll still bet his fuckin' black card on me Be cool, cause when the heats drew Them hollow tips'll fuck up ya stomach, like seafood My niggas hungry, when they look at you they see food Give it up or I see you in the ICU with a bed and some IV's too Nurse re-teachin' yo ass how to chew Fuck this rap shit, nigga I got a shoe Next color on the shelf is North Carolina blue I'm gettin' married, she from North Carolina too But you won't catch me in the North Carolina blue If you see me in Raleigh, just slidin' through Throw your rags in the air like North Carolinians do Before you run up, think about what you're tryin' to do 'Cause the 12 gauge eat niggas like piranha food On my son I push ya head backwards 'Cause I'll never ever ever be the next dead rapper I'd rather be alive pushin' some 2008 shit 'Cause you gotta be dead in a box to be somebody's favorite I ain't sayin' I'm about to go where Ma$e went But you won't find me upside down on the pavement I'm behind the desk on some Jay shit Some niggas don't want me to shine, can you say snitch? Black Wall Street niggas hop out and spray shit A.K. spit, give that Maybach a face lift Now back to the basics My flow so amazin' if this was 88 and I could rap, I'd wear you out like Asics Wear you out like them ugly ass Bape shits Funny ass jackets got the hood on some gay shit Them look like Nike's with stars on 'em, face it The whole world blind, everybody on that Ray shit Roll a blunt and get higher then a spaceship Touch The Sky, nigga I'm on that Kanye shit Back in the day I used to bump Jaz-O Run up on you, take ya money and ya skateboard, I was a asshole Now I blast fo', leave 'em on this grass swole Kickin and Pushin' like Lupe Fiasco I got a jab like Floyd, even Zab know Try to Play The Game, get punched out like Glass Joe Hip-hop cops on my dick, hit the Ave slow Mad cause I get love in New York, like DiMaggio Brooklyn niggas say my flow nuts like pistachios See me in the '64 and wonder why the ass is low I got them bricks in it, that real yayo That Tony Montana, drop the shit off the Pedro I buy guns but the tons, bullets by the case load We can find Osama when I say so I got niggas flyin' in from San Diego That'll smoke your town turn it into Waco Come through give ya whole hood a makeover Sit on yo block in the bullet proof Range Rover Make you fade to black and I ain't Hova Think about that the next time you say The Game over [Outro: The Game] You know I usually talk a lot of shit at the end of my mother fuckin' freestyles But it ain't nobody else left to beef with.... One