Текст песни The Game feat. Drake & Lifestyle - Come Up

Come Up (слова песни):

[Hook: Drake]
 You tryna come up, I am the come up
 I be standin’ right here when the sun up
 You be gettin’ done up if you niggas try and run up
 You livin’ good, go ‘head and throw a one up
 You tryna come up, I am the come up
 I be standin’ right here when the sun up
 You be gettin’ done up if you niggas try and run up
 You livin’ good, go ‘head and throw ya one up

 Scream out, blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
 How ya like me now?
 I’m like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
 How ya like me now?
 It go like blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
 How ya like me now?
 I’m like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
 How ya like me now?

[Verse 1: Game]
 My nigga funeral Fab told be back in ’03
 Rap ain’t nothin’ but cash, money, bitches, foreign cars and trees
 Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
 And I know I promised my niggas I’d never leave the block
 But, shit changes
 I done been through six Ranges
 Hand on the Eagle, yeah I got them Mike Vick fingas
 Throwin’ bullets on par with the accuracy
 Hit your whole faculty, like, ain’t nobody jackin’ me
 Before you do, you be layin’ in a box
 While Jay kiss that ass goodbye, (mwuah), Lox
 First shot, leave the niggas in shock
 That second shot, that’s when that body drop (Ya heard me?)
 And niggas still askin’ ’bout Detox
 I’ll tell you if you tell me who killed Pac
 Aight then, I’m at this Pacquiao fight then, with Tyson
 The way he’s stickin’, and movin’ the knife, Floyd might win

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lifestyle]
 Testarossa, keep an extra toaster
 It’s Hub city’s finest, they respect the most
 My nigga Game do that, my nigga Tiger do that
 Heard about the new cat, I whipped the Range through that
 I’m in Toronto, Demar got a condo
 Sittin’ courtside with Drake, Hector and Rondo
 Bitches know my name, it’s Lifestyle, she fuck with that
 Dick too big, like my lifestyle, you fuck with that?
 Poppin’ champagne, we do the damn thing
 Standin’ on the couches, Money Gang, that’s the campaign
 B? in my pocket, Obama on my wrist
 At the Ronald Reagan airport, yeah, I’m on my shit
 Louis Vuitton luggage, peanut butter with the red wheels
 Started when the RED Album dropped, yeah, I’m gettin’ head still
 In the club, lookin’ past you niggas
 These bitches gas them niggas, Drizzy, ask them niggas

[Hook]