The Game — Uncle Otis

[Intro] This shit for my Uncle Otis [Verse 1] Uh, here's a dome shot to this nigga named Otis Niggas think they the coldest but nigga you just the oldest Niggas be chasing they youth, but it's gone Yo, 'Ye, this nigga didn't even want to put you on Them he turned around, put on Sean But forgot to tell him Beni Han-Han don't sell no fuckin' wontons I don't wear Sean John, but fuck with that Cîroc shit 2Pac back, well, hit 'em up with some Pac shit (Who run the world?) Jayceon Yeah, with Kelly Rowland, come and be my motivation If you invented swag, then I invented gangsta Got one in the chamber; the throne is now in danger And I don't wear no Gucci Gucci Fendi Fendi Prada I'm Charles Louboutin, you niggas ain't saying nada Lil white bitch, better stay in your place You call me a nigga, I'ma put the K in your face This a stick up bitch [Hook] So put your hands up in the air I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna I just wanna know is any gangstas up in here I do it, I do it, boy So put your hands up in the air I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna I just wanna know is any gangstas up in here I do it (I called Khaled, tell 'em "Fuck it, I'm on one") [Verse 2] I created Tyler, the Creator Here go courtside seats, you are now watching the greatest Shades blocking the haters, stays rocking the latest The show goes on 'til I start aiming the lasers And Lupe'll soufflé half you motherfuckers This the Drew League, I don't wanna speak about The Rucker Cause Jennifer Lopez just got a divorce And I already got her up in the Porsche Tryna teach you how to love How to love Marc Anthony too short (Bitch!) look how that nigga look Man, I'm 6 foot, 7 foot, 8 foot Crooks and castles, all my niggas crooks with castles Red Nation graduation, yeah, crooks with tassels It's a party, it's a party, it's a party Sitting up in Marvin's Room, blowing that Marley You wanna hit it [Hook] So put your hands up in the air I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna I just wanna know is any gangstas up in here I do it, I do it, boy So put your hands up in the air I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna I just wanna know is any gangstas up in here I do it [Verse 3] I got the money, up in the rubber band Don't run up on me, try to take it from me, boom I ain't Morris Chestnut, I ain't Ricky But I'll give you 9 shots, you can call it 50 Dre got that super bass, I just call it Nicki Working on that Detox, blowing on that sticky Can I hit it in the morning? Bet it be a quickie Gotta hustle hard, Ace, Tunechi and Ricky Waves Frank Ocean, you could see my odd future You gonna need more than Novocain after I shoot you Yesterday I went to Coachella, not to see Jigga I went to see Wiz, but there's Amber: perfect I took a seat on the red futon Hit it with that Wiz shit on, whatever So put that pussy on my face And let me taste a little taste I'ma eat it up like it's my last I'ma, I'ma do it different, she ain't getting no cash You know why? I'm not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car (Huh) that ain't a lie, nigga [Hook] So put your hands up in the air I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna I just wanna know is any gangstas up in here I do it, I do it, boy So put your hands up in the air I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna I just wanna know is any gangstas up in here I do it [Outro] Nah, I ain't think so Uncle Otis, holler at me!