The Game (feat. Bun B) - Mil

Hey, this is cooking with Brook On the cooking channel Today we're gonna be making crack First take 36 ounces of coke Mixing it with water in a pot on the stove Next step to make them boulders add, baking soda If the flame is low then turn it up and stir it up Finally, just wait till it gets hard Then bag it up, you got a key Homie, that's the recipe, that's the recipe That's the recipe First take 36 ounces of coke Mixing it with water in a pot on the stove Next step to make them boulders add, baking soda If the flame is low then turn it up and stir it up Finally, just wait till it gets hard Then bag it up, you got a key Homie, that's the recipe, that's the recipe That's the recipe Before you decide to elect yourself in the game of dope Better know that it is cut throat Can't be cracking under pressure when your backed in a corner Against the ropes They ain't calling it snitching no more They calling it telling the truth They say you better get down first Before they decide to get down on you Mixing it up, shake and bake It's 2008, they got more data than '88 We used to make crazy cake, flipping weight Gotta get in and out before it be too late I don't want to be 6 feet under So I pack and tote my thump Suckas want to hate and block my thunder 'Cause I got more kicks than a punter Murder rates go up in the summer Killers go hunting like a hunter (How good can you live?) You can live good for 6 years But then it's football numbers First take 36 ounces of coke Mixing it with water in a pot on the stove Next step to make them boulders add, baking soda If the flame is low then turn it up and stir it up Finally, just wait till it gets hard Then bag it up, you got a key Homie, that's the recipe, that's the recipe That's the recipe Chef for the year, better yet, the fucking century Dread head killers with me before dem up insolate I'm in the kitchen scrapping up the pottery Working with my hands like the maestro at the symphony Sniff, I'm cocaine, shawty, take a wiff off me Stiff a liffy pisso nigga come and comprehend from me Talk slick to me, E40 style, you hearing me? Got a green skirt and I bought it off a recipe Hella p's, hella keys, yellow, purple, readily Put me in the feds if these crackers on the recipe 33 yellow D's purchased off my recipe Heavy cocaine in the G, plus I got a recipe First take 36 ounces of coke Mixing it with water in a pot on the stove Next step to make them boulders add, baking soda If the flame is low then turn it up and stir it up Finally, just wait till it gets hard Then bag it up, you got a key Homie, that's the recipe, that's the recipe That's the recipe Well, it's chef boy a Bun B, the king of the kitchen I got exactly what you need to do your thing when you pitching Guarantee to add a few layers of bling on your stitching Bein' teeded in your chest get you stinging and itching Got to have the right ingredients before you can start Like 1 part gangsterism with 1 part heart 2 parts of keeping it G and add you one hundred Milligrams of a killer, man and you'd had done it Put it all inside a Cadillac with them 3's and them 4's Swang wide and mix scurrily while skating on vogues Don't forget to shake them haters off homie that's a necessity Now you done made you a trill, nigga, now that's the recipe First take 36 ounces of coke Mixing it with water in a pot on the stove Next step to make them boulders add, baking soda If the flame is low then turn it up and stir it up Finally, just wait till it gets hard Then bag it up, you got a key Homie, that's the recipe, that's the recipe That's the recipe

Hey, hey Uh, and it's the best day ever Every now and again you gotta just Just say somethin', somethin' real 'Cause, you know, you plan on changin' the world, that's When it's all said and done, it's more than just More than just rap, it's deeper than that, let's do it The people think it's all about the fame And the money and your status in the game But it's deeper than all that They just want the women and the cars Gettin' high so they can chill with some stars But it's deeper than all that They thinkin' that it's all about the shows And the chain hangin' down on your clothes But it's deeper than all that We here to change the world with this thing called rap Homie, believin' is all that I got that money on my mind, the grind, and the ability The knowledge and the know-how Stamina and the agility Soon as I step in the facility These haters start testin' my civility I'm tellin' ya, they killin' me Some of 'em feelin' me and some of 'em be grillin' me But I just blow my kush smoke up to the ceilin', G Yeah, and take a toke of the Swisher smoke They got the paint and the brush, but not the picture, loc What is an emcee if he can't rap? Just a monkey with a mic just waitin' to get slapped And what is a DJ if he can't scratch? The one rotten apple that's spoilin' the whole batch What is a B-Boy if he can't break? Might as well do the Dougie or even the Harlem Shake And what is a graffiti artist if he don't tag? No homophobia, but he's a fag 'Cause it's deeper than all that Some people think it's all about the fame And the money and your status in the game But it's deeper than all that They just want the women and the cars Gettin' high so they can chill with some stars But it's deeper than all that They thinkin' that it's all about the shows And the chain hangin' down on your clothes But it's deeper than all that We here to change the world with this thing called rap Homie, believin' is all that (Look, look) One time for the world 'cause we do it for y'all Bat logo light up in the sky when the studio call Movin' the crowd, get 'em loud without a gimmick Spit with a golden ticket, I'm whippin' it up in minutes My feet up in this game, you haven't even made a divot Worried 'bout the critics, what's happenin' now, forget it From my heart is where I give it, stay thinkin' 'bout the future When I'm rich, I'ma call my mom before I call the movers These haters just losers, hate to see you winnin' Gave my all from the beginnin', I'm in it for extra innings Here to change the world like I change clothes Wouldn't mind a little bankroll, pesos But I'm right here for way more What is somebody if they can't love? A hater, someone give 'em a hug, aha We here to change the world with this thing called rap Homie, believin' is all that The people think it's all about the fame And the money and your status in the game But it's deeper than all that They just want the women and the cars Gettin' high so they can chill with some stars But it's deeper than all that They thinkin' that it's all about the shows And the chain hangin' down on your clothes But it's deeper than all that We here to change the world with this thing called rap Homie, believin' is all that

"Pimp Mode" (feat. Bun B) Chamillionaire Yeah Let her go, let her go, let her go, let her go Chamillitary-man yeaah Pimp Mode, You know I stay in Pimp Mode You know I stay in Pimp Mode yea Let her go (she wanna leave) Let her go (then you gotta let her breathe baby) Let her go (But if you wanna stay make sure you wipe your feet off on the floor before you step through the door) (Chamillitary-Man) Let me hop right into Pimp Mode Got the top down on a fresh set of those fo's And I push it real slow, slow, slow I pimp the Caddy real slow, real slow, real slow Let me hop right into Pimp Mode Put the game on them, you know how the rest go, You know how the rest go, go, go You know I be in Pimp Mode, Pimp Mode, Pimp Mode Picture me listenin' while she beggin' (beggin') That ain't even my style (style), thats a penalty or a foul (foul) Hit the sideline and sit down (down) I ain't even trippin' bout how many my numbers that she gon dial (dial) You'll get ejected from the game now (now) Watch reality hit ya like pow (pow) You know my stacks will stay stackin' Knowin' they hate so I'ma stay packin' Knowin' Chamillionaire got what they lackin' havin' them ladys showin they back in Continental Lincoln just stretchin' Stash is hidin' my weapon Baby flashin' her fleshin' Hopin' its her that im sexin' Yes, I'm stayin' fresh just like Mannie 'Bout to go hit my spot in Miami Now that i won I'm puttin' my Grammy On the grill and hood of my Candy She talkin' bout can we, can we what? Please take another vacation? And I'm like take another vacation You gonna have to sit and stay patient I control her and remote her She doin' just what I told her Got her phone book in my phone yea somewhere up in my folder I stay choosin' em like a voter I Told her I'll promote her Pinky shinin' like its solar Game colder than a polar (hold up) Let me hop right into Pimp Mode Got the top down on a fresh set of those fo's And I push it real slow, slow, slow I pimp the Caddy real slow, real slow, real slow Let me hop right into Pimp Mode Put the game on them, you know how the rest go, You know how the rest go, go, go You know I be in Pimp Mode, Pimp Mode, Pimp Mode Well it's a sunny day in the city With syrup and Sunny D Flippin' through Sunny Side Tryin' to get me some money g Down South on the South Side Where car seats are super-soft If you Trill we can conversate If you ain't I'll blow ya off Bun B, the King of the Trill The one and the only mayne My roof linin' is swede My seats is pony mayne My air-forces is crocodile Candy and Do Do mayne So when i step out I'm steppin out fly Thats fa'sho tho mayne Now Cadillac cars The machine 26's Sittin' clean, cup full of promethazine for the lean, naw mean (naw mean) Sittin taller than Yao-Ming Cut the corner, them hatas fall back and start bawing Lookin regal in the Regal Presidential in the Lincoln A Balla in the Beama Man what the fuck was you thinkin'? Me and Koopa wouldn't shine We got u boys sweatin' Playa, Texas is a grind-house Ask Robert and Quentin we be pimpin Let me hop right into Pimp Mode Got the top down on a fresh set of those fo's And I push it real slow, slow, slow I pimp the Caddy real slow, real slow, real slow Let me hop right into Pimp Mode Put the game on them, you know how the rest go, You know how the rest go, go, go You know I be in Pimp Mode, Pimp Mode, Pimp Mode Pimp Mode, Mmm You in the presence of a playa In the presence of a playa (yea) Mmm I aint gonna be the one to save ya I ain't gonna be the one to save ya Mmm you in the presence of a playa In the presence of a playa Mmm I aint gonna be the one to save ya I ain't gonna be the one to save ya Let me hop right into Pimp Mode Got the top down on a fresh set of those fo's And I push it real slow, slow, slow I pimp the Caddy real slow, real slow, real slow Let me hop right into Pimp Mode Put the game on them, you know how the rest go, You know how the rest go, go, go You know I be in Pimp Mode, Pimp Mode, Pimp Mode Pimp Mode, What you mean you ain't gonna save me? I don't need nobody to save me. Oh yea? And you talkin' bout Pimp? P.I.M.P? In the flesh. You know what that mean to me? What? Paper in my pocket. hahaha Now pull out your credit card and lets see if you can make my bank account pregnent. Naw, You crazy. What color is your card? Oh is it black? American Express Cause if it ain't you need to step your game up. Rookie. Maaan, who you callin' a rookie? Get up out my car. Uh, I was just playin' baby. You know I Love you. Yea, Alright. I hope you love to walk. Get out.

My life is real baby, you peeping me take a picture You peeping me take a picture, you should take a photograph You peeping me take a picture, you should take a photograph Catch me today, with a Cannon or a Kodak 'Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback You see it's real, they be like look at that Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph Introducing the truest voice of the South, it's who else but me fool Don't let all that foolishness they feed you, on T.V. mislead you Don't let all the magazines, and them papers out there deceive you The cups that be used to sip, but Caucasian kinda like my tee do You see that hand be glistening, you see the Sedans we flipping The hundreds of grands we getting, these units of scans we shipping You see that Caddy tipping, them thangs on that Caddy twisting That paint and that candy dripping, that drank and that can is missing That ain't a Cola, though dry and you feeling sober Boys trying to switch it over, apply it up in a soda Home of the Houston hustlers, who grinding and hit the quota Who fire and hit the doja, you high when you sniff the odor Told ya you gotta have, a foreign or buy your slab Afford it then buy it that's, important without it now You ain't gotta take college class, to see that we bout our cash You not if you gotta ask, let's take a pic by the slab hol' up You see my slab, you see my candy slab Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph You see my chick, you see my chick is bad Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph You see it's real, they be like look at that Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph Photograph, photograph, photograph Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph When I'm tipping, they'll probably watch me, the cops'll be paparazzi And try to patrol my posse, we shining and glowing glossy The jealous will try to top me, we keep it too real to copy, what? I'm listening to ain't a floppy, that disc gon be screwed and chop-pied All the ballers will ride to this, deposit deposit slips Buy the car and apply the fifth, raise the trunk an entire lift Use to go to that Kappa, but Kappa ain't been as crunk So I'm popping up at Daytona, on chrome and I'm popping trunk Jamming that "Ridin' Dirty", while riding beside the laws And they staring over at me, trying to scare me like I'ma pause Tell 'em naw they know I'ma crawl, all day in the robber cause I'm trying to go wash the ride, till them tires have whiter walls You peeping him take a picture, that chrome and that paint official You smoking then take a swisha, there's plenty just take 'em wit ya You chilling you ain't a sipper, then I'ma be hanging wit ya Take a hold of the grain and grip a, handful And smile for the pictures nigga You see my slab, you see my candy slab Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph You see my chick, you see my chick is bad Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph You see it's real, they be like look at that Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph Photograph, photograph, photograph Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph You see the bling up on my bracelet, and the shine on my chest Syrup in my Styrofoam, it's sweet with doja no cess You done put it down with the rest, time to roll with the best 'Cause when you ride with the original, you ain't gotta guess I'm the connection that you need, when they say it's a drought Cause it's not really a drought, them other niggaz just out And I'm the plug you gotta have, when they say the river's dry 'Cause it's not really dry, they just ran out of supply I'm too fly for the clouds, too down for the green grass Better wear tinted lenses, if you look at my clean ass Catch me today, with a Cannon or a Kodak 'Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback Candy still dripping, four's is still tipping Wood grain grass, steering wheel I'm still gripping Repping for P.A.T., the West and the East And I'm repping for Pimp C, till he get back on the streets it never cease You see my slab, you see my candy slab Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph You see my chick, you see my chick is bad Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph You see it's real, they be like look at that Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph Photograph, photograph, photograph Picture perfect nigga, you should take a photograph My life is real baby, ain't just a song Gripping that wood wheel baby, and riding chrome, I'm riding chrome This is for the real playas, that get that do' Tell me how it feel baby, to see I'm I'm riding candy and chrome Catch me today, with a cannon or a Kodak 'Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback 'Cause by tomorrow, yesterday gon be a throwback Know I'm saying? Gripping wood Riding through the hood, and feeling good Just like we say down in Texas, it's already You staring at me so hard You need to go on, do yourself a favor playa And take a motherfucking picture

Jeezy, I know you ain't gon' let this shit go down like this nigga I'm hearin' these niggaz in the club, niggaz soundin' like you nigga Bitin' your motherfuckin' ad-libs, bitin' your motherfuckin' style nigga What the fuck goin' on nigga? You better check these motherfuckin' niggaz, mayne Real fuck wit real nigga and these niggaz Ain't real out here on these motherfuckin' streets nigga Especially these fuck ass industry niggaz mayne Nigga we been doin' this shit since ninety-five Last time I checked I was the man on these streets They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats Got diarrhea flow, now I shit on niggaz, geah Even when I'm constipated I still shit on niggaz, let's get it Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom Stay blowin' purple shit that keep me high like the moon Yeah, I'm an affiliate, I'm no hitman I'm a hater like you, fuck my wristband Nigga sneak this and that ain't how we play Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ, that's right Now tell me I ain't real, this AR that I'm holdin' got a gangsta grill Went from old school Chevys to Beamer coupes Got a hundred niggaz with me and everybody gon' shoot, yeah Try me nigga, that's your first mistake Eat your lil' ass up like a chanterelle plate The whole pie like Domino's, yes indeed I'm tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese, hey You can try dawg but it ain't easy, nope Mix the flake with the soul, you got Young Jeezy, damn You still wanna talk blow man? Soft white like Alaska, call me snowman Smoke purp' by the pound, O's by the fifth Re-up on the first then again on the fifth, yeah We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga And these hoes love a nigga 'cause they know that we the truth Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice, yeah We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga Post on the block, rain, sleet, snow, sunny Slow motion, don't nothin' move but the money, geah Trap all day, day, with no lunch breaks, nope It's dinner time but a gangsta cookin' pancakes Rubberbands when we wrap them stacks Time to ship it outta town, you know Saran's the wrap, yeah Think ahead in case the K-9's get loose, geah In the tubes like the ties on my Mongoose, hey Smoke purp' by the pound, O's by the fifth Re-up on the first then again on the fifth, yeah We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga And these hoes love a nigga 'cause they know that we the truth Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice, yeah We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga Yeah, back up in the hood again, where it's all good again Ridin' candy slab, grippin' on the wood again Outta line niggaz get back in place where you should've been In case you don't understand, I'ma make it understood again King of the underground, my gangsta will never fail You 'bout to make me go postal for fuckin' with my mail You got the connect but you ain't got the clientele You the hoax and niggaz know it, that shit ain't hard to tell Rat bitch, recognize that your cheese ain't been to sales I'm finna break some bread with the feds? You dumb as hell I been around the block before, sold it all from rock to blow And I don't fuck around when the feds in town I got to go Respect my mind 'cause I'm a trill old schooler Summer time get too hot, I wait for winter when it's cooler U.G.K. for life, free the Pimp, you know the deal In P.A.T. it's trap or die and we ain't down for gettin' killed Smoke purp' by the pound, O's by the fifth Re-up on the first then again on the fifth, yeah We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga And these hoes love a nigga 'cause they know that we the truth Got the Chevy same color Tropicana orange juice, yeah We trap or die nigga, geah, oh, we trap or die nigga

(If you want) Yeah, (If you want) Tonight, I dont want you to think about none of the problems you got going on baby (If you want) Now if your man ain't lovin' u right, You need to role with a 'G', Get a thug in your life. I got tha coup outside and its sittin on crome, Baby girl you ain't gotta go home, Yo tell it jones (If you want) You ain't gotta leave, You can just stay right here (If you want) Kiss it one time, Promise baby I won't tell (If you want) Damn what your boyfriend say, U ain't gotta go nowhere (If you want) Here is where you wanna be, Sittin on top right here Urr, unlock your door Girl I wanna knock it down You know what I'm saying No more playin' around I can make u feel Like u?? On the bed, We can do it every night Don't front if your feelin' right We can do it anyhow you want I just want you to feel at home (If you want) You ain't ever gotta go home to your man, (If you want) You can stay here, u know that u can, (If you want)If you want it baby Girl I know you want it so bad (If you want I got what you want, what you wanted) Said I got what you wanted (what you wanted) If you wanna walk around, My house without nothin on (If you want) You ain't gotta ask me first, Or hesitate to take it off (If you want) And no matter how many times he call, You ain't gotta get that phone (If you want) I know what you wanna do, Now that we're here alone Hey! unlock your door Girl I wanna knock it down You know what I'm saying No more playin' around I can make u feel Like u?? (On the bed), We can do it every night Don't front if your feelin' right We can do it anyhow you want I just want you to feel at home (If you want You ain't gotta go home to your man) You ain't gotta go home (If you want You can stay here, you know that you can) Said baby you know that you can (If you want Girl I know you want it so bad) (If you want I got what you want, you know what you want) (If you want) Well u can sit back, relax and chill Unwind and spend time with the king of the thrill (If you want) Baby you can let down your hair And kick off your shoes off girl, we ain't goin nowhere (If you want) Mommy I can make your dreams come true, Fulfil your fantasys, whatever you wanna do Baby girl, I ain't scared to please ya Matta fact I'm prepared to please ya Let me ease your body, and your mind Let me pull you closer, and slow grind Lookin at your figure, your so fine Loosin my composure, in no time I'm givin u all u want, baby all you can take Making love till the headboard break And shorty wanna ride with me, then let me know cuz we ride Just open the door and let your butt butt slide in Back rub (I got it)?? (I got it) Feel good, whatever you want, oo yeah No doubt (About it) I'll bang (Your body) Girl I want you to feel at home (If you want You ain't gotta go home to your man) You ain't gotta go home to your man (If you want You can stay here, you know that you can) Stay right here, my lady (If you want) so bad (Girl I know you want it so bad) So bad (If you want I got what you want, you know that you want it) (I got what you want, U ain't gotta stress baby, Just feel at home, I got what you want) hit me baby (U aint gotta stress baby,) oo Just feel at home) aint no more stressin out baby (If you want You ain't gotta go home to your man) You can stay right here, my lady (If you want You can stay here, you know that you can) hit me baby (If you want) said I'm willing, (Girl I know you want it so bad) to get down anyway you love it (If you want I got what you want, you know that you want it) (If you want)