[Verse 1: The Game]
Run up on these cars Ye gave me and get your melon bust
Do it nigga, you not gangsta that's what you telling us
You wrote my first album
All the dreams niggas' selling us
Time to put these pussies in place and lift the felons up
All the homies we bailed out, the whole hood in debt to us
See this thing on my waist? It'll shut you up
Niggas gonna need more than the sun and God to get you up
You ain't seen me since my last album?
Let me catch you up
I had another son by this fine ass bitch
If you see her and say she ain't then you a lying ass bitch
Her baby daddy hold the switch, and he a king in his mother's eyes
But he a killer through his brother's eyes
So Game recognize Game for the second time
Nigga I'm a gang banger, and I'm upper echelon
So when I pick up the phone and say get me Tams with extra fries
That mean it's beef, and it's heat is sitting next in line
Double XL with the T's we keep 'em extra tucked
Double XL magazine you get your freshman touch
You lucky my momma on the phone if she wasn't I'd F you up
You only see me and Joe, but the dead homies next up
[Chorus: The Game & Joe Moses]
I do this shit to make my momma happy
I do this shit to make my momma happy
I do this shit to make my momma happy
How many times I gotta show you niggas? I am not a rapper (For real)
I do this shit to make my momma happy
I do this shit to make my momma happy
I do this shit to make my momma happy
How many times I gotta tell you niggas? I'm not a rapper
[Verse 2: Joe Moses]
I'm from the land of the killers
Make a nigga reconsider
All that envy, hate and bitter
That's how they treat you in your village
JM, he know the Denver's
They throw up L's, I throw up B's
How they love me in the Cedars
They throw up P's, I throw up V's
Dedicated in the beef
Been in the streets since '03
25 in the gang, It ain't a nigga I can't reach
I really did it before the rapping
You came in the game, breach
That shit backwards to my brimming
It ain't nothing I ain't seen
Let me out of the square talk (Talks)
I bring pain to niggas' houses
Top three blood rappers
I been this way since way found me
Shit, I'm Rick James, bitch
Tell them niggas fuck their couches
I ain't with the back and forth
I ain't dodging, I ain't bowing (No)
I wear Angel A-hats
I let K-Bo do the dodges (What's up?)
And I'm Mayweather with the hands
But nigga, we ain't doing boxing (For real)
I fuck a lot of old bitches
Cougar hoes call me toxic
Just want that head and that pussy
I ain't looking for no mama (For real)
I know flag with the drama
I know punch with the honor
And if I ever call Moe, I know he judging like your honor
I ain't talking about no judge
I'm talking strapped up and follow (Straps)
Chili Bang, we really did it (Chill)
That's my motherfucking doggy
Game my motherfucking doggy (Yeah)
For whatever you can call me
And for my nigga Juice and Chisel
Over Jason it's a problem
All right, I'll leave you calling
Big dawg, I'm unbothered
Big dawg, I'm unbothered
Big dawg, I'm unbothered (For real)
[Chorus: The Game & Joe Moses]
I do this shit to make my momma happy
I do this shit to make my momma happy
I do this shit to make my momma happy
How many times I gotta show you niggas? I am not a rapper (For real)
I do this shit to make my momma happy
I do this shit to make my momma happy
I do this shit to make my momma happy
How many times I gotta tell you niggas? I'm not a rapper
