Khaki Suit

[Verse 1: The Game] She say she like a little bit of Drizzy, a little Weezy A little Jeezy, a little T-Peezy But that ain't me see, my phantom ride easy Peanut butter inside, and she's my Reeses pieces She gotta be mine, I don't do leases I wear that baby phat out, like one of Russell's nieces And I'm talking about the oldest one And if I had to choose between them, she the coldest one One Gucci, one Louie, one christian laby Baby, maybe I should, I should draw the line but she gon' trace me Walk in Jimmy Choo's and she dance like Stacey Fuck the window shop she wanna try that thing on I was like (yup!) but I ain't Trey Songz, I write Dre songs And I bang Drake songs, I run this town What the fuck is they on? [Hook: T-Pain] I don't trust her I shouldn't be within a thousand feet of her But I love her And if somebody else touch her, I go hard Keep it sharp like the crease in my Khaki suit She like my khaki suit she like my khaki suit yeah yeah [Verse 2: The Game] She says she's in the fashion So I told her to a imagine Gucci, Louie, Mark Jacob bags and She on the catwalk, Tyra Banks she passed them Love True Religions but can't fit the ass in A size two, so what we gon' do is take it the Beyoncé's stylist And she be wylin Sayin that my rap be violent I know how to keep that silent Take her far, far from the hood, where ain't no sirens Unless she listenin' to Howard Stern on Sirius No, I mean Sirius, cause she's so serious And I kills the cat, when the cat get curious And you can take me as that, biohazarding You should have your hazmat If I took your girl, you can have your cat back This the 106 new joint, and she just a flash back [Hook]