The Hangover

[Verse 1: Game] All purple like the Ravens Hit you with mixtapes till your fuckin' chest cave in My flow a nightmare, West Craven Get it, the West cravin' My style, I know it's been a while Naw, nigga it's been a day since I hit you with that purple tape Niggas know my style, movin' them tracks out And the R.E.D. Album gon' be worth the wait Naw, nigga the Earth gon' shake And Rihanna gon' be hoppin' out of birthday cakes I'm a trending topic, tell these lil niggas stop it Nigga I'm clockin', let your G Shock clock it Just got a Mazi, took it to the shop, dropped it Slide through the 'hood, 3 bars side pocket With my side chick and the hair flip Like the old Sidekick, the world bumpin' my shit [Hook] Oh, didn't think I would make it up here, right Oh, didn't think I would make it up here, right [Verse 2: Game] Niggas like "Game, you did this yesterday?", that's right Matter fact to be exact, I did it last night And I can prove it to you The Heat lost to the Knicks in Madison Square, nigga I'm like Google to you Watch how I do it to you I'm the king, started my own gang, shit I'm like Larry Hoover to you Naw, matter fact Freddy Kreuger to you This ain't a dream I'll really put the ruger to you Scared how that new shit drop, set up shop R.E.D. Album gon' drop, them niggas gon' call Koch Niggas gon' call cops, Chuck Taylor in the building Can't see the goons, they blend in like chameleons Rolling Stone said I'm brilliant Hottest mixtape since Wayne dropped No Ceilings Now I ride around the 'hood with no ceilings Everybody in the movies clappin' for the villain [Hook] [Verse 3: Famous Fresh] Yeah, comin' from nothin', gettin' money, what you left to do Plan to execute or end up a vegetable We watch the same game but somehow I got the better view Chuck helped a nigga, 'bout to blow like an inner tube Big blunt smokin', flossin' in my interviews Two bad bitches naked in my living room Big black Benz's, both of 'em 62's Bottles on ice, livin' life like s'posed to do Nigga, stop hatin', start congratulatin' We throwin' paper in the air like we graduated They say money talk, well check a nigga's conversation Talk so much, Game made a nigga a occupation Yeah, your boy Famous Fresh got skills While your baby momma blowin' on me like a hot meal Just another nigga with a attitude California smoke nigga, live from the avenue [Hook] [Outro: Game] Shit is real, it's the hangover It's the hangover, it's the hangover It's the hangover, it's the hangover It's the hangover When they say the game over Do the same thing over