Текст песни The Game feat. 2 Chainz & Rick Ross - Ali Bomaye

Ali Bomaye (слова песни):

[Intro: Game]
 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'm a fuck her 'til the springs break

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
 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 weak 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

[Verse 2: Game]
 Fuck y'all mad at me for
 Got a black car, 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 [?], bitch [?]
 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 [?]
 But they yellin'...

[Hook: Game]
 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

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
 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

[Verse 4: Game]
 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!

[Verse 5: 2 Chainz and Game]
 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 muthafuckin' 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

[Hook]