Ali Bomaye

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Jayceon Terrell Taylor (born November 29, 1979), known by his stage name The Game or simply Game, is an American rapper, entrepreneur, record producer and actor. Game is best known as a rapper in the West Coast hip hop scene, and for being one of Dr. Dre's most notable protégés. Born in Los Angeles, California, he released his first mixtape You Know What It Is Vol. 1 in 2002, and landed a record deal with the independent label Get Low Recordz owned by JT the Bigga Figga. Game's mixtape reached the hands of Sean Combs, founder of Bad Boy Records, who originally was on the verge of signing him to his label. Five months later, he was discovered by Dr. Dre who listened to the mixtape and signed him to his Aftermath Entertainment label in 2003. He rose to fame in … more »

Get my people out them chains nigga
I mean handcuffs, time to man up
Put my hands up? Fuck 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 fuck with me on spring break
Well, I'ma fuck her 'til the springs break

Yeah roll another one 'cause I'm winnin'
And my four door looking real photogenic Jam 'em on the tire, 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 fuck 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

Fuck 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
Fuck y'all mad at me for, 'cause my belt got two G's on it
Her belt 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 nigga no burgers I'm insane and you Usain, nigga 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 nigga, no female, I smack niggas, Sprewell I'm on the block like D 12, I got the white, no D-12
Like a little nigga in Africa, I was born toting that K
And that's real shit, no Will Smith, and no Nona Gaye
But they yellin'

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Thank God that a nigga seen another day
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray 
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 niggas 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 Niggas tough on them blogs and never did nothing at all
On the road to the riches, bitches not tagging along
 Unless it's ass in a thong, hit that ass and I'm gone Disrespect my nigga 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?
Fuck with him, I'll break a skateboard on a nigga back
2 Chainz!
 Skateboard on a nigga track
No lie, No Lie already got a plaque Mama got a house, daughter got accounts Just to think a nigga like me started with a ounce Bad bitches and D-boys, we bring 'em out
If them niggas pussy, we douche 'em, we clean 'em out
This the voice of ghetto intelligence, if you got work
Go to work the work at your residence For presidents Word to Muhammad, that triple beam is heaven-sent Riding through the jungles in that mothafuckin'' 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 muthafuckas in, made another mill'
Got a nigga feeling like Cassius Clay Thrilla in Manilla, nigga want it whip his ass today 
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Thank God that a nigga seen another day
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray

Written by: Florence Leontine Mary Welch, Paul Richard Epworth, Byron Forrest, Jayceon Terrell Taylor, William Leonard Roberts, Tauheed Epps

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC

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