Tell that bitch drive

[Verse 1: The Game] It goes six bricks and a Cadillac The driver has an eagle trapped in a Cincinnati hat That's why he get through the hood just like he own it The letters tattooed on his stomach spell out 'who want it' Part in his hair, hooks left over his eyebrow And that eyebrow raised, certified you can die now So lie down, eight years passed, he 25 now Wardrobe all bullshit, like he from Chi-town Gangbanger indeed, fuck hoes and blow weed Stop selling them sacks 'cause them packs have become whole keys And he has become sort of an addict Addicted to Jays with a fetish for automatics Rows up on a rival set California's summer's hot so we leave the block wet Can we put the stocks back on the lock yet 'Cause they gonna know it's us, shut up, I told that bitch, 'drive!' [Verse 2: Clyde Carson] S class parked under the casino Pineapple juice, ice over seagull Quarter and some cookies, it's my reefer Polo draws, diamond links, white leaner My lil' young nigga's got the fever Out in town with me and we eating Now it's foreign whips in the garage Never thought we'd end up with a murder charge Mama see a boy on a noose, that's when shit get heavy And the county stressing off layers with some thousands ready Knowing damn well how we going to trial I got this all on my mind while she on her way down Chemistry is golden, even though I fucked up A nigga had to hop out the corner, switch seats while I count up this money I told that bitch, 'drive!'