The Game — Red Rockin feat. Germ Ghee

Red Rockin Lyrics The Game feat. Germ Ghee Germ Ghee: Repeat 3x:Soo woo, nigga what? The Game: It's the Lord of the Dead, Patron shots to the head Heard Dr. Dre's daughter tryna get some street cred Muthafucka I got it, if I pulled it, I shot it And Blood faker than Don Cheadle in "Colors" playing Rocket Who you think you foolin' Cuz? You ain't never shot shit Andre Young's bitch stay riding Pac's dick yeah G. Malone, tell Blood to run along 'Fore his non-gang affiliated ass meet the chrome Yeah, I respect the nigga Spyda more than you Cause at least if I see Cuz I know he gon' shoot And I'ma shoot back, on my Piru tat Jim Jones and Lil Weezy, I SooWoo that Red rags in New York, red rags in Boston If I die today bitch it'd be a red rag coffin I respect no one but your gun So pull it, cock it and tell Dre I'm on one Germ Ghee: And get a call from the big homie nigga you dead I'll put a 50 cent sized hole in back of your head Let the nina full of hollow tips put you to bed The Black Wall Street goon squad, over here's red Run up on him for the bread, the ski mask way Started listening to LAX flyin away Guess it's all entertainment at the end of the day Cause on some real shit, they don't really wanna die today I'll do my homework, find out your hide-away Then cross a nigga over like Tim Hardaway Boyz in tha Hood, he'll get shot with the A.K Make em fill like they're in Iraq right now today Sweat bleeding under the sun, bitch I ain't the one Public enemy, nigga my uzi weighs a ton I'm from B town, niggas get money where I'm from Gang bangin heavy dawg, stay strapped where I'm from The more money I count, the more haters I get The more beef let it come, the more hammers I grip The more slicks for the white, the more I'm floodin the strip Germ Ghee keep it gangsta and shit, you know me huh? yeah Soo woo nigga what? Soo woo nigga what?