歌词：The Game. The R.E.D. Album. It Must Be Me.
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[feat. Pharrell]
Let's make it big, Pharrel.
[Verse 1:]
Wake up in the mornin', "Oh, shit! "
Had to cock the 9, niggas tryin' to steal my bitch!
Run out the back door, see them niggas hit the fence.
I'm tellin' you, life ain't Compton, it's a bitch!
Let off a couple shots, goddamn I missed!
Sayin' fuck it anyway, let off the whole clip.
I'm not to be fucked with when I'm off liqour
Old English in my system 'bout to kill me a nigga.
See, I remember back in the days, loadin' my A.K.,
Ridin' 'round in my Impala with my lungs full of haze.
That's when I didn't give a fuck, now I got my sons.
Shoot a nigga he die, public enemy number one!
But this ain't no action flick, no Johny Depp shit
When the TEC spit hollow tips in your Lexus
So, don't fuck with a Compton nigga when he packin' a gat
Yeah nigga, I stay strapped.
[Chorus:]
Somethin' hot in here, nigga it must be me! [x2]
Is it the shades? Is it the J's?
Is it the Bentley with the four colorways?
Or the old school sittin' on glaze?
What could it be?
[Verse 2:]
It's 2 o'clock in the afternoon, I'm 'bout to roll a swisher
Cause that's what real niggas do when they at home
Watchin' E.S.P.N. on a 70 inch flatscreen
K.G.'s away Jersey blowin' chronic that green
Gave up the hoop dreams, bubble with the crack dreams
Turn hood zombies into an olympic track team
'Til I got got shot and infiltrated the rap scene
Had to clear my life up. Doc gave me the vaccine.
Don't get it twisted, I still click clack things
Red beam attached to each and every strap
That I keep locked up in my basement
If I shoot a nigga will I be known for gettin' Jason, I don't know
Still got a sick phase for shoot outs and car chases
Fuck Paccino cause we know niggas with scarred faces
And we go back like D-boys with small faces
And we crashin' them Ferraris liek y'all hate me
[Chorus:]
Pharrell I think it's somethin' hot in here, nigga it must be me!
Somethin' hot in here, nigga it must be me!
Is it the shades? Is it the J's?
Is it the Bentley with the four colorways?
Or the old school sittin' on glaze, what could it be?
[Verse 3:]
(You know they ass is full)
Niggas can't fuck with me, will stit!
I guess I am a motha fuckin' legend, Will Smith
All I'm missin' is a bitch like Jaya, Bonnie and Clyde shit
Hit the fence like later, Syonara
Or we the dirt shit black rose phantom interior hurt shit
And I got some kisses from a couple Brooklyn bitches
Them hoes, they never testify, Beefs to Common
But Game keep it hood like Weez and top Rommy
Never stop comin' for the top
If it bakes a flesh wound if Feralla headshot
Motha fucka and when he take aim, bullets into your frame
My boss and allowed to when trigga swallow your vein
Can't walk through the club and take a piss
Without these new school rap niggas on my dick
Why you fuck around with you jewelry, and all your wrist?
I pull up with your bitch pumpin' gangsta shit, now you know.
[Chorus:]
Somethin' hot in here, nigga it must be me [x2]
Is it the shades? Is it the J's?
Is it the Bentley with the four colorways?
Or the old school sittin on glaze, what could it be?
[Bridge/outro:]
Do you thing shawty, do your thing shawty, do you thing shawty err'body lookin' now [x2]
Go! [x6] Err'body lookin' now!
Go! [x6] Err'body lookin' now!
[feat. Pharrell]
Let's make it big, Pharrel.
[Verse 1:]
Wake up in the mornin', "Oh, shit! "
Had to cock the 9, niggas tryin' to steal my bitch!
Run out the back door, see them niggas hit the fence.
I'm tellin' you, life ain't Compton, it's a bitch!
Let off a couple shots, goddamn I missed!
Sayin' fuck it anyway, let off the whole clip.
I'm not to be fucked with when I'm off liqour
Old English in my system 'bout to kill me a nigga.
See, I remember back in the days, loadin' my A.K.,
Ridin' 'round in my Impala with my lungs full of haze.
That's when I didn't give a fuck, now I got my sons.
Shoot a nigga he die, public enemy number one!
But this ain't no action flick, no Johny Depp shit
When the TEC spit hollow tips in your Lexus
So, don't fuck with a Compton nigga when he packin' a gat
Yeah nigga, I stay strapped.
[Chorus:]
Somethin' hot in here, nigga it must be me! [x2]
Is it the shades? Is it the J's?
Is it the Bentley with the four colorways?
Or the old school sittin' on glaze?
What could it be?
[Verse 2:]
It's 2 o'clock in the afternoon, I'm 'bout to roll a swisher
Cause that's what real niggas do when they at home
Watchin' E.S.P.N. on a 70 inch flatscreen
K.G.'s away Jersey blowin' chronic that green
Gave up the hoop dreams, bubble with the crack dreams
Turn hood zombies into an olympic track team
'Til I got got shot and infiltrated the rap scene
Had to clear my life up. Doc gave me the vaccine.
Don't get it twisted, I still click clack things
Red beam attached to each and every strap
That I keep locked up in my basement
If I shoot a nigga will I be known for gettin' Jason, I don't know
Still got a sick phase for shoot outs and car chases
Fuck Paccino cause we know niggas with scarred faces
And we go back like D-boys with small faces
And we crashin' them Ferraris liek y'all hate me
[Chorus:]
Pharrell I think it's somethin' hot in here, nigga it must be me!
Somethin' hot in here, nigga it must be me!
Is it the shades? Is it the J's?
Is it the Bentley with the four colorways?
Or the old school sittin' on glaze, what could it be?
[Verse 3:]
(You know they ass is full)
Niggas can't fuck with me, will stit!
I guess I am a motha fuckin' legend, Will Smith
All I'm missin' is a bitch like Jaya, Bonnie and Clyde shit
Hit the fence like later, Syonara
Or we the dirt shit black rose phantom interior hurt shit
And I got some kisses from a couple Brooklyn bitches
Them hoes, they never testify, Beefs to Common
But Game keep it hood like Weez and top Rommy
Never stop comin' for the top
If it bakes a flesh wound if Feralla headshot
Motha fucka and when he take aim, bullets into your frame
My boss and allowed to when trigga swallow your vein
Can't walk through the club and take a piss
Without these new school rap niggas on my dick
Why you fuck around with you jewelry, and all your wrist?
I pull up with your bitch pumpin' gangsta shit, now you know.
[Chorus:]
Somethin' hot in here, nigga it must be me [x2]
Is it the shades? Is it the J's?
Is it the Bentley with the four colorways?
Or the old school sittin on glaze, what could it be?
[Bridge/outro:]
Do you thing shawty, do your thing shawty, do you thing shawty err'body lookin' now [x2]
Go! [x6] Err'body lookin' now!
Go! [x6] Err'body lookin' now!
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