The Game — Wouldn’t Get Far Mick Boogie Remix

[Intro] For you baby, I'd find you For you baby, I'd find you For you baby, I'd find you [Verse 1: The Game] I done been around the world, been around the block Been around hoes that fucked Biggie and 'Pac Like Vida Guerra, ass took her to the top She'll give you some brain, you let her throw up the Roc Let her put on your chain, she'll throw you some cot Picture that, like Meagan Good and Jamie Foxx Hype said it's a wrap, she still on the set Puttin' oil on her legs like she Gloria Velez She was Eye Candy in the XXL Hopped off the page and on a skateboard with Pharrell I knew she (Wouldn't get far) 'cause five hundred dollars Can't get you that (Far), how you get that (Far) And all these new video bitches tryin' to be Melyssa Ford But they don't know Melyssa Ford drive a Honda Accord She a video vixen, but behind closed doors She do whatever it take to get to the Grammy Awards, ha ha [Chorus: The Game] (You wouldn't get far), fuckin' them rap stars You know who you are, put your hands up ladies (You wouldn't get far), if you kept your legs closed (It would be just a waste of time) But you know, (You wouldn't get far), fuckin' them rap stars You know who you are, I wrote this song for you For you baby, I'd find you, for you and you, for all y'all [Verse 2: Kanye West] Pop quiz, how many topless, black foxes Did I have under my belt, like boxers? Not to brag but, if it add up One, two, nigga, that's mad nuts Game, you mad nuts, how you gon' call out all these Bitches knowin' damn well they gon' call me? The only dream, of that ghetto prom queen Was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen Maybe get chose by a nigga from my team Head so good he don't ask for a pre... nup Now ask yourself this question, umm Would you be with Jay-Z if he wasn't C-E-O? Would you be with F-A-B-O if he drove a Neo? Would you ride with Ne-Yo, if he was in a Geo? Well why the hell you think these bitches comin' at me fo'? But since they all fall in my palm, I take a trio, yo [Chorus: The Game] (You wouldn't get far), fuckin' them rap stars You know who you are, put your hands up ladies (You wouldn't get far), if you kept your mouth closed (It would be just a waste of time) But you know, (You wouldn't get far), fuckin' them rap stars You know who you are, I wrote this song for you For you baby, I'd find you, for you and you, for all y'all [Verse 3: JAY-Z] I'm lookin' for a Southern girl that cook like Patti LaBelle Big ghetto booty, scarf over her doobie Chanel under the Louis, Gucci over her booty Vicky cover her titties, attitude of the city Pretty, witty, girly, worldly One who likes to party, but come home early Light, kinda dark, short, sorta tall Slim, kinda thick, I swear I love 'em all She can cook the coke and got hook-up on the license But she can get you first-class seats for coach prices Isn't this great? My flight leaves at eight Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds