[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. fitted 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 converts 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]. 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. Avi 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. Strap yo' body with them K's and ride the handle is up. Switchin gears hit the pedal and ride. [Chorus]. [The Game - fading out]. 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...