Artist/Band:
The Game
Lyrics for Song: Come Up
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - The Game
[Hook: Drake]
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin' right here when the sun up
You be gettin' done up if you n*ggas try and run up
You livin' good, go 'head and throw a one up
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin' right here when the sun up
You be gettin' done up if you n*ggas try and run up
You livin' good, go 'head and throw ya one up
Scream out, blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
I'm like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
It go like blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
I'm like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
[Verse 1: The Game]
My n*gga funeral had told be back in '03
Rap ain't nothin' but cash, money, b*tches, foreign cars and trees
Cristal by the cases, bad b*tches by the flocks
I know I promised my n*ggas I'd never leave the block
But, sh*t changes
I done been through six Ranges
Hand on the Eagle, yeah I got them Mike Vick fingers
Throwin' bullets on par with the accuracy
Hit your whole faculty, like, ain't nobody jackin' me
Before you do, you be layin' in a box
While Jay kiss that ass goodbye, {*mwuah*}, Lox
First shot, leave the n*ggas in shock
That second shot, that's when that body drop (Ya heard me?)
And n*ggas still askin' 'bout Detox
I'll tell you if you tell me who killed Pac
Aight then, I'm at this Pacquiao fight then, with Tyson
The way he's stickin', and movin' the knife, Floyd might win
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Lifestyle]
Testarossa, keep an extra toaster
It's Hub city's finest, respect the mostes
My n*gga Game do that, my n*gga Tiger do that
Heard about the new cat, I whipped the Range through that
I'm in Toronto, DeMar got a condo
Sittin' courtside with Drake, Hector and Rondo
B*tches know my name, it's Lifestyle, she f*ck with that
My dick's too big, like my lifestyle, you f*ck with that?
Poppin' champagne, we do the damn thing
Standin' on the couch, it's funny Game, that's the campaign
Big in my pocket, Obama on my wrist
At the Ronald Reagan airport, yeah, I'm on my sh*t
Louis Vuitton luggage, peanut butter with the red wheels
Bought it when the RED album dropped, yeah, I'm gettin' head still
In the club, lookin' past you n*ggas
These b*tches gas them n*ggas, Drizzy, ask them n*ggas
[Hook]
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