The Game — Yesterday

[Intro: The Game] In a world so cold, all we got is each other, so let's go Thinking maybe you should stay a while, for the night Girl, maybe you should stay a while, spend your life 'Cause I don't want to be alone For all the women holding down they man Let me see your hands if you understand [Verse 1: The Game] Every beginning has its end And every rappers baby mamma has a Benz So I say it's okay to have friends Thank the haters 'cause without 'em you ain't shit Take away the groupies, look at all the haters on my dick When I sold five mil, all of a sudden I'm not real? Hit a nigga with the steal now, I'm jeopardizing my deal Can't please these haters, so I tease these haters Keep 'em right where I can see 'em 'cause I need these haters To hate on my wrist, to hate on my bitch Said I wasn't hood five, so I gave 'em that six Then I wrote that seven and I already ate Ain't hungry no more, I got the nine, I'm straight [Verse 2: Ray J] I never thought I'd be in this mansion Or even getting out the ghetto Growing up in Carson, California A lot of homies ain't my friends no more Now I been around the world And I've been with a lot of girls And, yeah, I drink 'til a nigga hurl (Hold on, my nigga) Saturday wake up with a hang over Two girls in my bed I don't know Me and my guy, Brother Tyrant Davis And [?] who ain't here no more Rest in peace to all my dawgs This one here's for all of y'all I keep your picture on my wall And memories of it all [Chorus: Ray J] In the club popping bottles with my homies, now they gone Man, it feels like yesterday Waking up two girls up in my bed Saying let's do it again like yesterday On the freeway swerving in my drop-top Haters staring at it but you can't have it Tonight we going in, the same thing tomorrow And we gon' leave 'em talking 'bout yesterday [Verse 3: Ray J] Every Sunday I'm at church with my daddy Every Saturday I'm out drinking booze Every Sunday I'm at work in Miami On the yacht with a bottle of Cîroc New York to L.A Give a fuck what a hater say I do it big, that's the only way (Ay, ay ay, I just won't two-hundred thousand in Vegas) When I turned sixteen, I got a drop-top Beamer And a 4.6 Range Rove At twenty-one, I had a all white Bentley Twenty-five, I bought a black Lambo [Bridge] Going eighty on the freeway (Eighty on the freeway) Hundred on a bad day (Hundred on a bad day) Cruising on a good day I could say I did it all my way [Chorus: Ray J & The Game] In the club popping bottles with my homies, now they gone Man, it feels like yesterday Waking up two girls up in my bed Saying let's do it again like yesterday On the freeway swerving in my drop-top Haters staring at it but you can't have it Tonight we going in, the same thing tomorrow And we gon' leave 'em talking 'bout yesterday Charles Louboutin, uh [Verse 4: The Game] Summer time, winter time, breakfast, dinner time So far ahead of haters, meet me at the finish line M.I.A., Chi-town, A.T.L, my town Follow me on twitter but I can't be tied down Far from a tug boat, I can't be pulled left, pulled right Brown-skinned, yellow-bone, all types Black Wall bandanna, black car, black Phantom Say she used to fuck with Dre, I call her StatLanta Compton, Hollywood, intrigued by the fast life Good girl gone bad, Amber Rose last night Sun come out, we dumb out, fuck them niggas talking 'bout? Swagga on a hundred without pulling guns out Without pulling cars out, bitches pulling they bras out Without pulling cars out, niggas buying the malls out Make them haters go blind, don't be Ray No Jamie Foxx here but you can blame it on the spades [Outro: Ray J] Mmm, yesterday Yeah Yesterday