Текст песни The Game feat. Rick Ross - Red Bottom Boss

Red Bottom Boss (слова песни):

[Verse 1: Game]
 I'm about to tear this fuckin' track out
 Pretend it's Keri Hilson and blow a fuckin' back out
 22nd mixtape, half of em diss tapes
 But fuck who I was dissin' because I never made a mistake
[?] got what he deserved, Jay, I might have been trippin'
 I was fallin', I was slippin'
 He was Jordan, I thought I was Pippen
 He was winnin', I was losin'
 He threw a jab, I started bruisin'
 So I threw in the towel just to separate all confusion
 Ivy Blue is beautiful, me sayin' that's unusual
 That's the father in me, don't think I'm tryin' to be cool with you
 Thug life, Rihanna knuckles, Gucci shirt, designer buckles
 Louis Vuitton billboard, the nigga's boy just tryin' to hustle
 Poster boy for them drug dealers
 I just want you all to love me
 But I ain't handsome, I ain't trying to bug niggas
 Y'all the Verizon man, I'm just gon' stand behind y'all
 But every now and then, I gotta remind y'all

[Verse 2: Game]
 It's that red bottom boss, nigga
 Burgundy Bentley truck, fuck what it cost nigga
 That V12 start up like Ross nigga
 That's why them hoes call me the boss nigga
 Catch me in the Maybach, where them seats recline way back
 Remember, I had a Rocky for ya, and I ain't talkin' ASAP
 You know I got that K strap, chopper with the base hat
 If you see Tip trillin', King of Diamonds, tell I got like eight stacks
 Ace of Spades by the crates, biatch
 Never lose, like Alexander the Great, biatch
 I only win like Bay, I run the city like mayors
 Don't make me go dig up them old Chuck Taylor's
 Back when me and Snoop was the only ones throwin' up gang signs
 Ya niggas wasn't bloods until I cosigned y'all
 But y'all that Verizon man, I'm just gon' stand behind y'all
 And sometimes I gotta remind y'all

[Verse 3: Game]
 Taylor Gang nigga, I ain't Wiz doe
 I got that yellow brick road inside my ear lobes
 Playin' ice hockey, feelin' like Gretzky
 Los Angeles King, and I'm who the whole city cheer for
 Niggas throwin' subliminals, act like I don't hear those
 I could give y'all 100 bars, but you all know y'all fear those
 And plus, I'm too attached to my lifestyle
 Fuck them Air 1's, I'm too attached to these spikes now
 Louis Vuitton's, hard as croutons
 They comfortable like futons
 They suede, grey poupon
 The yellow like Luke on
 The Lakers, he was traded
 But they should have moved that nigga Marion, Gloria [?]
 Damn, was that too strong?
 These niggas gettin' pooped on
 While I get my Duke on, and crossover like Duhon
 Luke warm, I'm too hot, you're too cold
 I'm 2Pac, you're too old for hip hop
 Stop. Recognize...