Ya Heard lyrics

Artist  : Game 
Song : Ya Heard



 Send "Ya Heard" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [The Game]

You see that cherry red Phantom
on them big ass wheels

You see I be playing
with them cars, I'm like a big ass kid

Crazy
with that cap gun, so if we play cops and
robbers

I'll show you how to pop
revolvers

Fitted cap too big, so it cover
my eyes

That lambo? That ain't shit, just a
public disguise

And that top model chick,
she for the diamond lane

And I be driving
all crazy cuz my diamond chain is (bright)

As them Las Vegas lights

it be the same
in California when I'm riding at night

In
New York, I be in Midtown, up and down
Broadway

Having meetings all day, baby my
future is (bright)

As Lebron's, take off on
anybody

Tyra Banks on my arm, and we'll
crash any party

Yeah, making it rain, ain't
got shit on me

The way I ball, the fuckin
owner should come sit on me

Yeah, I'm fresh
out of jail, you shoulda knew I was back

Turn on the radio it's a rap



[Ludacris]

[Talking]

Just touched
down at L.A.X. LUDA!

That's Right! What up
Game? Fresh out huh?



Don't you hear
it? That nigga named Luda

Slicker than Rick
the Ruler, whoop ass like Lex Luger

My money
long, your shit is shorter than Oompa Loompas

And I'll superman, yuuuh, that ass like Lex
Luther

Shoot you then say me gusta, I'll
take you to meet ya maker

My dick's the
Staples Center I'll take you to see the
Lakers

Swoosh! On that Cali kush, smoking
like a muffler

So many red flags I coulda
swore I was in Russia

Game! I got the fame
and the fortune, Compton is scorchin

Get
rid of bullets, my gun keeps havin abortions

I ain't havin it, see em in the dead zone

Fake dope boys is more bass up in my head
phones

Adjust your treble, I'm heavier than
metal

My verses are hot as shit like I
recorded with the Devil

I'm on another
level, they stuck on the elevator

And I'm
about to blow this bitch, Game press the
detonator, like

Fresh out of Georgia, ya
heard I was back, turn on the radio, it's a
rap



[The Game]

See I'm come
from the bottom and they call me The Game

But I'm just happy that Beyonce know my
name

I took that Dr Dre money and I bought
me chain

Then I bought me a house, then I
bought me a Range

Then I bought me some
pussy, then I bought me some brains

But I
ain't buyin' that the best rappers is Kanye and
Wayne

See both of them niggas spit, but
yall act like you don't hear me spit

Like
sellin' 7 million records ain't the shit

I
don't win no Grammies, nigga I'm too gangsta

And poppin Cristal with Irv don't make me a
wanksta

See I'm California certified, my
niggas make the murder rise

Readin my fan
mail in jail, Buck told Curtis bye

So I'mma
break it down for them niggas in the South

Slow it down but this Rolls Phatom

grill
in my mouth

Throw the Prada slippers on,
when I walk in my house

P Diddy and Tommy
Lee know what I'm talking about

See, I'm
fresh out of jail, you shoulda knew I was
back

Turn up the radio it's a rap