Fucked Up

[Intro: The Game]

These niggas got me fucked up (x5)

These niggas got me, I think

These niggas got me fucked up

[Verse 1: The Game]

I be on the block with that chrome boy, Postin' up with my home boy

Leanin' on the 2 tone boy, What you want for them zones boy

10-5? 10-4, put it on the scale, add a little more

Take a shot of that 'tron boy, bag it up and then gone boy

They givin' quarters out, watch yourself on that phone boy

They gave me seventeen, his mama singing that song boy

We gettin' money baby, we gettin' cash money

Stuntin' like the Birdman, sittin' on my dash

120 on the dash, Forgiato on the wheeeeeels (on the wheels)

Paper stacking's too long boy, blowing Cheech and that Chong boy

Better watch that tone boy, headshots to that dome boy

[Chorus: The Game]

These niggas got me fucked up (x5)

They got me, I think

These niggas got me fucked up

Hold up, these bitches got me fucked up (x3)

I think these bitches got me fucked up

[Verse 2: Menace]

Think a nigga trip the way I walk around

Gotta keep that pistol on my hip to lay them haters down

Gotta keep them bitches on my dick then I bring Game around

Paper stash gon' break em down, fuck 'em hard don't make a sound

I'm all up in your trap boy, ride around with that pistol

Gotta keep the bitch in my lap boy, hater niggas, come get ya

Made my niggas rab, my niggas clean, we do it, dare try to intervene

Thats suicide fuckin' with my team, I'm blowing clouds and I'm 'bout the cream

Yeah, and I'm bout that shit, we for of chips, and I'm flossin' hoes

Y'all full of shit, not suckin' the O's, I'm too legit and I'm tippin' 4's

You niggas really want it, bitches lookin' silly for it

Really kin the whip is foreign, niggas lookin' real important

[Chorus: The Game]

These niggas got me fucked up (x5)

They got me, I think

These niggas got me fucked up

Hold up, these bitches got me fucked up (x3)

I think these bitches got me fucked up

[Verse 3: The Game]

Say boy, ever had a bitch all up in your crib

Stickin' that dick all up in the ribs

Then she tell fuck niggas where you live

And now they all up in your shit

Flippin' matresses over, turnin' couches sideways

They thinkin' crime pays

Got a choppa

For the niggas that don't understand how the fuck we ope-

-rate and anyway get back on top of my paper chase

Kush burnin', slow dragon, 29's, been had 'em

Niggas take shots, then runnin' high

We'll find their ass, Bin Ladin

Me and Mike in the Benz wagon, better watch your block boy

Purple clouds of that Pepé Le Pew, I'm gone of that Ciroc boy

Clipped up to that pop boy, holdin' on to that knot boy

Palms grippin' that Glock boy, we comin' back for them yachts boy

[Chorus: The Game]

These niggas got me fucked up (x5)

They got me, I think

These niggas got me fucked up

Hold up, these bitches got me fucked up (x3)

I think these bitches got me fucked up