They Don't Want None

[Verse 1: The Game, Pharrell Williams] Far as dough, I'm stuffed with cash, popping like fuckle tags Rappin' in Belize, Louis Vuitton duffle bags Guess who home, my nigga Shyne Straight out the brick house to a brick house Money flowin' like it's Cristal Shine on it swiss styles, I'm hood as Kid Styles My Clair Bomber jacket perfect for the pit stop, it is now You boys don't want none, release on the blood Glock They here by, they go numb Goin' plan no. 1 with the gang no. 2 Start track no. 3 back to ypee MV Gots the chill, while I stack a mill to the ceiling Ten gangstas outside, meeting gangstas in the building One nigga can't stop this motherfuckin' killin' Hell on earth the repercussion, if blood is spilt on my children Cowboys and Indians, motherfuck the pilgrims Infiltrate my squad near every cat buildin' [Chorus: Pharrell Williams, The Game] They don't want none Don't make a nigga pull Glocks and bust shots Spin that black ghost around the block They don't need none We got pills for days Give a bitch chills and thrills for days Know I mean? Let 'em have some Ace of Spades by the fountains Kush by the ounces, marijuana mountains In a week I'm We bringin' the funk Yo B, let 'em know Money Gang uh [Verse 2: Shyne, Pharrell Williams] Fish out the cooker, bein' busy for the pussy In the kitchen with the cook of blood yea, then you rough us You fuckin' hookers, y'all a bunch of Ashton Kutcher's With the finger tag backs, you ain't jackin' that Yo Game, I'm laughin' at these coppers turned shoters, imagine that You're mad a fuckin' life happen at You's the only one there, I swear Stuck the blood clut cryin' I'm in Belize with Game when these shots fired in this silence Y'all motherfuckaz singin' I've see the paperwork, you a fuckin' pigeon, no kidding Count clood to the ceilin' George Jackson shit, Vic, Vag, villain Hopin' every cell they creepin' County fuckin' with me, I'm the best livin' They don't want none Don't make a nigga pull Glocks in the shots Spin that black ghost around the block [Chorus: Pharrell Williams, The Game] They don't want none Don't make a nigga pull Glocks and bust shots Spin that black ghost around the block They don't need none We got pills for days Give a bitch chills and thrills for days Know I mean? Let 'em have some Ace of Spades by the fountains Kush by the ounces, marijuana mountains In a week I'm We bringin' the funk Yo B, let 'em know Money Gang uh [Verse 3: The Game] Check it, what the blood clot? Nigga blood got Ferrari's and Lambo's parked outside the drug spot Survived five shots, you know that When bitch niggas died, they cried Cause they had to pay for that Payers took it, where the blow at? I just won a hundred racks on blackjack and you know I'm 'bout to blow that They don't make real niggas where you from Sick 45, I'm 'bout to finger fuck the trigga till them hollows come Talk shit? Swallow one You fuckin' move me I disrespect niggas like in old Italian movies I'm sayin', I live, you ready I come in the restaurant with my shirt off and spit in your fuckin' spaghetti sauce Boss, my pocket's fatter than my nigga Ross Wipe this spilled Patron off my mouth with my Louis glove Understand? I'm a California felon Bust your cerebellum, skateboard go and tell 'em [Chorus: Pharrell Williams, The Game] They don't want none Don't make a nigga pull Glocks and bust shots Spin that black ghost around the block They don't need none We got pills for days Give a bitch chills and thrills for days Know I mean? Let 'em have some Ace of Spades by the fountains Kush by the ounces, marijuana mountains In a week I'm We bringin' the funk Yo B, let 'em know Money Gang uh