The Game - Rookie Card lyrics

You can catch five, or catch me in the CL-5

Whatever way dog, the Game get live

Keepin it gangsta in a P.D. fitted velour

Late night I'm in Dublin's and I got myself a four

The hood love me, hoodrats gotta hug me

Pop ex, spark the buba, the shit get ugly

Rock the mic anywhere, and I ain't talkin 'bout a concert dog

Talkin 'bout ten niggaz in converts dog

Get it crackin like we out in the yard, and the warden's watchin

Only difference is the whores is watchin

Still love to see a nigga, roll up on 20's

Hop in that six-four, roll up on Bentley's like

I'm a gangsta bay-bee from the C-P-T

Run with the (Pound) like I'm from DPG

If it's beef, you C-Murder like it ain't No Limit

And I represent the P like Russell Simmons

I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right

Got it? Good, okay

It's the Black Sox and Get Low we get dough

In the Yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'

I know ya, love to watch me, 'specially when I'm lookin rocky

The trey with the broccoli with my handles on the Kawasaki

Handle my jewels with the cuff in my shoes

Avi jacket on my elbow, 50 coast the jewels

In my neighborhood I'm Young Bill Gates, never shuffle the cake

So cover my face, and run up in the place

I'm a superstar, dick and my chain, glass bezel and bang

80 karats on my pinky and rang

Crews buzz when you speakin my name, cause I'm deep in the game

With top cool thangs and million dollar planes

I'm a maniac, young boy gone, like a young Roy Jones

You ought of my zone and ain't nobody home

In my neighborhood, produce stars, stakes is high

Now we soarin through the spacious skies

Strap yo' body with them K's and ride, the handle is up

Switchin gears, hit the pedal and ride

I'm a shining star

And I gotta hit the boulevard in that new Jaguar

Why he move through traffic like that, purple haze

Ralways, the Ojays, the gangsta lean so...