[The Game]. You can catch five or catch me in the CL-5. Whatever way dog the Game get live. Keepin it gangsta in a P.D. city velour. Late night I'm in Dublin's and I got myself a four. The hood love me hoodrats gotta hug me. Pop ex spark the buba the shit get ugly. Rock the mic anywhere and I ain't talkin 'bout a concert dog. Talkin 'bout ten niggaz in Converse dog. Get it crackin like we out in the yard and the warden's watchin. Only difference is the whores is watchin. Still love to see a nigga roll up on 20's. Hop in that six-four roll up on Bentley's like. I'm a gangsta bay-bee from the C-P-T. Run with the +Pound+ like I'm from DPG. If it's beef you C-Murder like it ain't No Limit. And I represent the P like Russell Simmons. [Chorus: repeat 2X]. I'm a neighborhood superstar get it right. Got it? Good okay. It's the Black Sox and Get Low we get dough. In the Yay they pimp hoes in Compton we six-fo'. [JT the Bigga Figga]. I know ya love to watch me 'specially when I'm lookin rocky. The trey with the broccoli with my handles on the Kawasaki. Handle my jewels with the cuff in my shoes. AD jacket on my elbow 50 coast the jewels. In my neighborhood I'm Young Bill Gates never shuffle the cake. So cover my face and run up in the place. I'm a superstar dick and my chain glass bezel and bang. 80 karats on my pinky and rang. Crews buzz when you speakin my name cause I'm deep in the game. With top cool thangs and million dollar planes. I'm a maniac young boy gone like a young Roy Jones. You ought of my zone and ain't nobody home. In my neighborhood produce stars stakes is high. Now we soarin through the spacious skies. Drop yo' body with them cakes and ride the handle is up. Switchin gears with the pedal and ride. [Chorus]. [The Game]. I'm a shining star. And I gotta hit the boulevard in that new Jaguar. Why he move through traffic like that purple haze. Ralways the Ojays the gangsta lean so. Please believe that I keep two G's in my jeans. Two gats in my sleeve two rats in my Beam'. X-5 mami let's ride. Weave in and out of traffic from Compton to Bed-Stuy. It's the kid from the far West I oh shit. He know how to do more than flip pies. Get money like them stick up guys. Them "Ocean 11" licks got the young kid rich for life. And I talkin 'bout a movie or George Clooney. I'm talkin 'bout runnin in your spots with uzis tucked in the Coogi. Dude me? Naw truly might lose your lives. They say I've got 2K2 covered like A.I.. [Chorus]. [JT]. Yeah mayne I told y'all mayne. Fillmoe California nigga where we launch the best nigga. JT the Bigga Figga San Quinn D-Moe the Yungsta Seff the Gaffla. Introducin the Game. Nigga the first nigga I went and got outside of the Fillmoe district. Y'knahmtalkinbout? Yeah mayne. And we gon' pass him on off to Aftermath Records mayne. So they can take him to the T-O-P. Y'knahmtalkinbout Dr. Dre and the whole Aftermath staff y'knahmtalkinbout?. But this album right here this a Get Low JT the Bigga Figga production. My nigga Charlie-O on the beat y'knahmtalkinbout?. And we keepin it real thuggish mayne Bay Area style nigga. Black Wall Street now let's get MONEY!