The Game's Song

[Hook - 50 Cent] 
This is how we do 
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club 
This is how we do 
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love 
This is how we do 
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club 
This is how we do 
Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love 

[Verse I - The Game] 
Fresh like, unhh; Impala, unnh 
Crome hyrdolics, 808 drums 
You don't want, none 
Nigga betta, run 
When beef is on, I'll pop that, drum 
Come get, some 
Pistol grip, pump 
If a nigga step on my white Air, Ones 
Since red, rum 
Ready here I, come 
Compton, unh 
Dre found me in the, slums 
Sellin that skunk, one hand on my gun 
I was sellin rocks when Master P was sayin "Unnnh" 
Buck pass the blunt 
These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun 
Coke and rum 
Got weed on the ton 
I'm bangin with my hand up her dress like, unh 
I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs 
Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt 

[Verse II - 50Cent] 
I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-co-lade 
Lil pro so look like I'm riding on blades 
In one year mang, a nigga's so paid 
I have a straight bitch in the telly goin both ways (Ah!) 
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me 
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl 
You know I'm rockin with the best tre pound on my hip 
Teflon on my chest 
They say I'm no good 
Cuz I'm so hood 
 
Rich folks do not want me around 
Cuz shit might pop off, and if shit pop off 
Somebody gon' get laid the fuck out 
They call me new money, say I have no class 
I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast 
The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash 
Bougie ass bitches, you can kiss my ass 

[Hook] 

[Verse III - TheGame] 
I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four 
White walls so clean it's like I'm ridin on bulbs 
Hit one switch mang, that ass so low 
Cali got niggaz in New York ridin on hundred spokes 
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me 
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl 
You know I'm rockin with the best fo' pound on my hip 
Gold chain on my chest (Ah!) 

[Verse IV - TheGame and 50Cent] 
[50 Cent] 
50, unh 
Bentley, unh 
Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the, slum 
Automatic, gun 
Fuck 'em one-on-one 
We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done 
Homie, it's Game time 
[Game] 
You ready? Here I come 
Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, crunk 
It took two, months 
But Fifty got it done 
Signed with G-unit 
Had niggaz like, "huh?" 
Don't try to front 
I'll leave yo' ass, slumped 
Thinkin I'm a punk 
Get your fuckin head, lumped 
Fifty got a, gun 
[50 Cent] 
Ready here he come 
Gotta sick, vendetta 
To get this, chedda 
Meet my Ba, Retta 
The dra-ma, setta 
Sip Am-a, retta 
My flow sounds, betta 
Than average 
On tracks I'm a savage 
I damage 
Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)