Jackin` for Beats

[The Game]<br>Straight outta Compton, Chuck Taylor in Brooklyn 8 deep<br>And the Desert Storm blew in Ghetto F-A-B<br>The only difference between us<br>Is the coast and the length of the ninas<br>And the rainbow paint on the beamers<br>Out here they call me "All Star Game"<br>And every nigga with a gun is waiting on the `04 All Star Game<br>So while you in the Staples parking lot<br>I`m watchin the corners, with the safety on like Ronnie Lott<br><br>[Fabolous]<br>Straight outta Brooklyn it`s the same youngan<br>Slangin that same onion<br>Smokin that Cali bud that my nigga Game brung in<br>I keep a dame tongue on my dick<br>The chain huggin my dick<br>The cane brung by the brick, it`s ghetto!<br>The fiends sprung on me quick<br>But I still got 20s of dope that`ll have yo brain strung on a fix<br>These haters can`t stop the rock I pushes<br>Cause a nigga move around with more arms than them octipusses, nigga<br><br>[The Game]<br>I got a winchester that will turn your vest into confeddi<br>I`m Chuck Taylor, the same nigga that put the 6-4 in Chevy<br>It`s the same nigga that keep the .44 in the Chevy<br>With no stash spot, when you in Compton ask coppers<br>If that Aston Martin`s the same color as grass hoppers<br>I`m runnin the rock, not J, Dame Dash of Hoffa<br>So when you in Compton, you know who to ask for<br>That 21 year old young gun with bricks in the Jaguar, nigga<br><br>[Fabolous]<br>The kid push Bentley exaust thru<br>And if you see my guns you would think Bush sent me to war too<br>Even with chicks beggin me for dick regularly<br>A nigga known for gettin rid of weight like Dick Gregory<br>I`m New York City`s fly guy, you bums don`t impress me<br>I already got the lead waitin for someone to test me<br>You don`t wanna be in the news<br>Cause when I`m lookin for you<br>Not even Bin Laden wanna be in your shoes, nigga<br><br>[The Game]<br>Every ghetto in America, I know that niggaz lettin clips fly<br>So I keep that in mind when I`m out in the N-Y<br>Niggaz see the Aftermath chain they like f... 50<br>Cause we flyin thru Queens in that Ferarri F-50<br>Bitches see me in the video, wanna have sex with me<br>So keep a box of Magnums and a bag of X with me<br>Keep a .38 Magnum stashed in the vette with me<br>And it`s `fuck yo life` if you ain`t signin check with me<br><br>[Fabolous]<br>Nigga I`m eatin, and you be snackin like you on a diet<br>That`s why you window shoppin actin like you wanna buy it<br>Actin like you gonna roit, like you gonna shoot<br>When in fact you gone be quiet, like you on mute<br>That`s proof, you a punk, and you lucky<br>There ain`t enough room to fit a nigga in my roof or the trunk<br>I got a box to quickly hide the gun<br>You shouldn`t move if you seen Boyz N The Hood<br>And when Ricky tried to run<br><br>[The Game]<br>Niggaz know when them hollows airin<br>I`ll turn your Antoine Walker into a throwback Robert Parrish<br>With 2 holes under the Celtic<br>And you will think your `Boston Warm-Up` jacket hot<br>Till the desert eagle melt it<br>I`m a gangsta, and the birds, they love it<br>20 with a baby face, and sit on base like Kirby Puckett<br>If you can`t afford the new Bentley, fuck it!<br>Copp yay from Jay, the bricks come with Louis Vuitton luggage<br><br>[Fabolous]<br>In my hood the slower you move, the quicker they get you<br>Sometimes it`s somebody in your click that be with you<br>That`s why my vest is thicker to get thru<br>And I keep 2 nines on my shirt like Dickersons shit do<br>Why waste my breath when I`m bickering with you<br>I`d rather waste my techs till they flicker and hit you<br>You sick cause my shit blew<br>And you ain`t goin` nowhere for a while<br>A commercial where Snickers will fit you, fucka!<br><br>[The Game]<br>Ain`t nothin but a gangsta party when I`m spittin to Pac<br>The paint fall off your Miskeen when I`m spittin the Glock<br>Before I was 16, I was liftin the drop<br>Spittin on cops, pitchin the rock<br>Like Charlie Ward before the New York Knicks<br>Now you can catch me in Brooklyn with Fab<br>On a New York bench, while you old niggaz in rehab<br>And if I can`t be a hip-hop legend, I`ll just die in a ski-mask<br><br>[Fabolous]<br>When a gangsta like me ride<br>It be suede in it, be shades in it<br>Tires that got the rims that Spree made in it<br>1 of the prettiest hoes be laid in it<br>Blowin the kid faster than pre-paid minutes<br>And I`m guessin these haters<br>Don`t know I keep Wesson & 8ters<br>Fully loaded with the vest penetrators<br>But if they want it, ya`ll can get it<br>Ya`ll love the way the coast to coast G`s did it, nigga!