Album Name : What the Game's Been Missing! (Explicit Version)
Release Date : 2005-11-22
Song Duration : 3:09
Game Gangsta Shit
Vida:
Vida, the multi-million dollar diva
The Game's changed, The Game's done caught that amnesia
How your fingers gonna get next to this?
You damn near? sending me all your text messages
Monday you're blowing me up, Tuesday's the same
Wednesday's smell strip night so I don't hear from Game
He outplayed I done saved a couple of your messages
Don't know why you texting me cos women ain't your preference
But anyway, any rate, Vida's never on your team
You need to go back to Kanye and find another "Dream"
Find another video hoe, another fiend
Cos the only way you'll find me is if you find another...
Bitch shut the f..ck up!
Get the f..ck outta here!
Verse 1 (Game):
Quick for death though
Get pussy like a lesbo
Ben Frank the king get green like the gecko
Four-finger ring, '87 gold chain
All black Air Ones, tape em like Daddy Kane
Smooth criminal bitches love the way I flow
The way I puff Cuban cigars and sip Don slow
V.I.P. lick it up, it's real go get a cup
Champagne like cum in her mouth, the way she spit it out
The black Hugh Hef sold crack, blast a few TECs
Fuck em all doggy style now who's next?
Reign terror pull they pony tail f..ck em in the mirror
Piss in they mouth like Vida Guerra
Reign terror pull they pony tail f..ck em in the mirror
Piss in they mouth like Vida Guerra
Used to f..ck nasty bitches
Moved up to classy bitches
Peep the way I went from rags to riches
Chorus:
It's that gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit they love it
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit they love it (7x)
Verse 2:
I never once dreamed about a hood rat
Only dream about bitches with good cap
Beyoncé, Ashanti!
Get money like Andre
Which one? Pick one
3, 000 or the sick drum, slick tongue
For these foul niggas outta bounds with they lyrics
Put em to death with mine I murk em by the minute
This beef shit I seize quick
My clip crowded like the Freaknik
Bout Dat, Bout Dat, that Master P shit
Tell em haters to eat dick and die slow
While we live it up, ride low and bust with the 5-0
Pop Cristal with foreign bitches
Pussy official
Me and head game got more to dish out
Told B.I.G. piss they ass, they do too
They know we f..ck all night like we say we do
I used to f..ck ashy bitches
Moved up to classy bitches
Peep how I went from rags to riches
Chorus:
It's that gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit they love it
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit they love it (7x)
Verse 3:
I been around the world and nya-ya-ya
I can't find a bitch that pop shit and don't ride dicks like Heather Hunter
I'm talking whoever wanna
Get they brains f..cked out by Mrs. seven summers
Never hand chump sex
But I know bitches that write pussy off like bump checks
And model Funk Flex
Bitch cheated, I wouldn't give her what she needed
Wouldn't eat it or beat it
Two-fingered the bitch Vida like a virgin
Two finger split had her swerving
Like me in the Rolls Royce, lick it up behind curtains
I keep bitches screaming and squirting
Never heard em but the pussy get murder
Feel like they been bit by a serpent
I never f..cked a bitch that would turn me down
Just like never f..cked a bitch that would burn me, wow
I used to f..ck nasty bitches
Now I f..ck classy bitches
Peep how I went from rags to riches
Chorus:
It's that gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit they love it
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta shit they love it (7x)