Cats And Dogs
(专辑: California Republic - 2012)
[Intro] Welcome to the
Republic, of Cali-i-for-nia While you're here, you can get updates And snap a
picture with us on Instagram At DJ Skee I
can't say his name! Y'all ain't gon' get me in trouble, hehe Facebook, Twitter, @TheGame @DJSkee, follow us! As we lead you with this [Chorus: Kobe] Not what you feared then bitch You gon' learn to shut yo' mouth Cause we gon' eat now, now Now, now Fuck yo' feelings bitch Just gon' huff yo' acid here And roll this shit 'round Hold this shit down Come move them thangs for me babyyyyy Across town, town And make sure they touch down Eeee, ahhh, just make it in town Then make sure they touch down Touch down [The Game] Uh-huh; I
need a
gangster bitch nigga I
ain't lyin I'm talkin when I
fuck she scream, you hear sirens No domestic violence (violence) Just domestic dominance So let me ice you out so when you slidin down the
pole Doin your Magic City thing yo' neck and wrist glow I'm dreamin, she ain't a
stripper, she a
classy girl Gon' off that Patron, she my nasty girl First name Rachal, last name Jones You related to Nas? Girl, Queens my second home You know you, (Prince Akeem) come with a
(Semi) we can tear it up Weekend in Cannes, then we (Coming to America) Wear them Jimmy Chus but she love that Gucci Never been to A-T-L but she love that (Gucci) (brrr!) She taught me how to cook Cajun, I
taught her how to cook crack And I
chopped it on her back, now tell me where they do that? [Chorus] [The Game] I
put her on a
Greyhound, she know she better stay down Ride or die like my Bentley man this bitch'll never break down She my "Bust It Baby," you should see her bust a
trey pound Love Roc-A-Fella so much she won't even call me Jay now She roll my weed man, like she my wingman Then we get high, play Tiger Woods on that weed damn Love is four season, haters 365 In the
game cats and dogs, keep your bitch by your side Got a
hardtop Lambo' when the
rain start to pour Not the
rain outside, talkin the
rain indoors Her girlfriend told her, that I
was creepin with a
stripper Told her I
was courtside, watchin the
whack ass Clippers Bitch please! I'm a
Laker fan, and Kobe that's my nigga Keep my grass cut so I
can see when the
snake slither Shit came out of nowhere like Khloe and Lamar Kinda got a
nigga thinkin maybe I'm [Chorus] [The Game] I
let her drive the
Range on our first date She the
first one to put me on that Drake mixtape "I just wanna be successful baby" Take you out them Hudson Jeans and redress you baby We can walk down Rodeo, turn around, you on Melrose Fly to New York in the
winter and try on some Timbos Or we can hit South Beach, fuck with Ross and Timbo The
world is cherry pie and we can (Slice) it up like (Kimbo) You cook the
rock, I
break it down, I
wrap it up, you weigh them pounds I
make the
car, you start the
car, we can drive it out of town I'm your nigga right? And you my bitch (yeah) Even if they lock me up, she gon' get them brakes there When we get tired, we hit the
truck stop and sit there And zip my 501's and, she gon' put her lips there The
memoirs of a
perfect bitch You gotta hold them down even if it's [Chorus]