D-Red - Rap Game lyrics

(*talking*) Uh, doing our thang (bounce) Still independent n***a (taking over this sh**) We up in there, know I'm saying Big Shot Records D-Red, C-Note out that Botany We keep it crunk (in the hizzle) block to block Stay crunk at all times, overseas [Hook - 2x] It's so strange, in this motherf**ing rap game It's so much, like the motherf**ing streets mayn It's all the same, in this motherf**ing rap game It's so much, like the motherf**ing streets mayn [C-Note] Now we out of town, doing these shows Freestyle flows, f**ing with hoes Back in hit the city, move three kilos Now I'm in and out your do' in the studio, the studio But it's strange, out this motherf**ing rap game It's so much, like the motherf**ing streets mayn n***as don't, wanna see you come up Next thing you'll blow up, now they all on your nuts And n***as trying to fight, just to get to the top Just to be the next artist, to rule Hip-Hop Just like the, motherf**ing streets We bust on these n***as, like we bust on these beats And these n***as wanna play, the f**ing CEO n***as stealing my money, you's a CE-Hoe n***a best to come off, my f**ing do' Or I'm laying everybody, on the f**ing flo' n***a [Hook - 2x] [D-Red] We got street fame, street game a street name Botany out the Hooker, you know the set we claim Cloverland is the spot, and yeah we keep it locked And we bouncing through this thing, fifty deep packing Glocks Be bout your cash mayn, and make it last mayn And from the streets mayn, you know the rap thang And on the smash for the cash, and man we got to get it Gotta lick for ten feathers, and playa we gon split it n***a be flicking water by my set, hit your corner Fifty round shots, aiming straight for your daughter But enough with the bullsh**, stacking up platinum hits Keeping it hood rich, serving the real sh** Botany is the block, that's crunk at all times Stepping in Adidas, fa sho we got to shine Well playa check the stilo, f**ing with C-Note D-Red n***a Chino, Botany for your heroes [Hook] [C-Note] n***as trying to steal my grands, steal my fans Just like a dope fiend, trying to steal my grands But I'm still catching out, on twinkie-4's And my flows be cold, like an Eskimo And I'm wearing Air Forces, when I hit the cut DEA Task Forces, trying to hit me up Look at here officer, I made a big change I'm making millions, deep off in this rap game [D-Red] Here I go again, stack a few ends Me and cute friend, set a few trends Hit the big Benz, sipping on the Henn Dubs on the spin, blue light lens Baller-itz's style, but only buck wild Hit the spot twelve o'clock, popping Cristal But in the mean while, we gonna ball dog And you can put that on the Clover, Big Shots forever dog [Hook - 2x] (*talking*) Know I'm saying, I know these rappers Know I'm tal'n bout, uh if you from the streets You know I'm tal'n bout, you know I'm saying Or maybe you don't Cause you ain't from the streets n***a, uh