The Game - Ali Bomaye Feat. 2 Chainz, Rick Ross

 

Lyrics to Ali Bomaye Feat. 2 Chainz, Rick Ross by The Game

 [Intro: Game] Get my people out them chains n-gga I mean handcuffs, time to man up Put my hands up? F-ck you sayin' bruh Cause I'm a black man, in a Phantom Or is it cause my windows tinted Car cost 300 thou' and I blow Indo in it You mad cause your daughter f-ck with me on spring break Well, I'mma f-ck her 'til the springs break [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] Yeah Roll another one cause I’m winnin In my four door looking real photogenic Gentleman attire, in threads that won’t expire I’m in a class of my own, my teacher got fired Money getting long, pussy rate keep rising Versace outfit cost me 3,000 From the P houses, did it from the wee hours Selling that chicken no lemon pepper, no sweet and sour First you get the power, then you get respect I’m getting so much money I can buy ya bitch Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it I like clubs where all the women working naked Fell in love with a waitress what the f-ck I’m thinking Bought that ho a ring it was for her pinky Uhn, that’s pimpin’ that’s slick Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent [Verse 2: Game] F-ck y'all mad at me for Got a black card, and a black phantom With a white bitch in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana) Got a thick bitch in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi Got two chains, they two-tone, two hundred racks, no lie (true) Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! I'm bout to rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye's Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! My lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another case F-ck y'all mad at me for, cause my belt got two G's on it Her bag got two C's on it, my daughter's stroller got D's on it Free Big Meech, Free Boosie and C-Murder Like New Orleans, like Baltimore, come to Compton you'll see murders And my AR see murders, that's beef n-gga no burgers I'm insane and you Usain, n-gga better turn on them burners Got coke swimming in that glass jar, bitch go turn on them burners Got dope to sell in this hotel, no half price, no retail You a bitch n-gga, no female, I smack n-ggas, Sprewell I'm on the block like D 12, I got the white, no D-12 Like a little n-gga in Africa, I was born toting that K And that's real shit, no Will Smith, and no Nona Gaye But they yellin'... [Hook: Game] Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Thank God that a n-gga seen another day Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Got a chopper and a bottle f-ck it let 'em spray [Verse 3: Rick Ross] I take my case to trial, hire the Dream Team Robbie Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran, I seen things I dream big, I think sharp Inhale smoke, Hawaiian tree bark Humble yourself, you not a G, keep it one with yourself Run to n-ggas for help, favors I keep one on the shelf I got rifles with lasers, swing it just like the majors Hit you right above navel, now you swimming in pavement Gold medals on my neck, I call it Michael Phelps Hoes settling for less, I call 'em bottom shelf N-ggas tough on them blogs and never did nothing at all on the road to the riches, bitches not tagging along [Verse 4: Game] Unless it's ass in a thong, hit that ass and I'm gone Disrespect my n-gga Boss and I'm flashing the chrome I'm waving the Tec, Tity spraying the Mac Extendos in the back, gonna lap Got a bitch that look like Laila Ali sitting in my lap Got a call from Skateboard, pick 'em up at Lax Speaking skateboards, where Tune at? F-ck with him, I'll break a skateboard on a n-gga back 2 Chainz! [Verse 5: 2 Chainz] Skateboard on a n-gga track No lie, No Lie already got a plaque Mama got a house, daughter got accounts Just to think a n-gga like me started with a ounce Bad bitches and D-boys, we bring 'em out If them n-ggas pussy, we douche 'em, we clean 'em out This the voice of ghetto intelligence, if you got work Go to work, don't work at your residence [Verse 6: Game] ...For presidents Word to Muhammad, that triple beam is heaven-sent Riding through the jungles in that muthaf-ckin' elephant That's a gray ghost, with the ears on it Swimming through the hood like it got fins on it (Tell 'em!) You know I got that work on the foreman grill Weigh the muthaf-ckas in, made another mill' Got a n-gga feeling like Cassius Clay Thrilla in Manilla, n-gga want it whip his ass today [Hook]