Khaki Suit

[Verse 1: The Game]

She say she like a little bit of Drizzy, a little Weezy

A little Jeezy, a little T-Peezy

But that ain't me see, my phantom ride easy

Peanut butter inside, and she's my Reeses pieces

She gotta be mine, I don't do leases

I wear that baby phat out, like one of Russell's nieces

And I'm talking about the oldest one

And if I had to choose between them, she the coldest one

One Gucci, one Louie, one christian laby

Baby, maybe I should, I should draw the line but she gon' trace me

Walk in Jimmy Choo's and she dance like Stacey

Fuck the window shop she wanna try that thing on

I was like (yup!) but I ain't Trey Songz, I write Dre songs

And I bang Drake songs, I run this town

What the fuck is they on?

[Chorus: T-Pain]

I don't trust her

I shouldn't be within a thousand feet of her

But I love her

And if somebody else touch her, I go hard

Keep it sharp like the crease in my Khaki suit

She like my khaki suit she like my khaki suit yeah yeah

[Verse 2: The Game]

She says she's in the fashion

So I told her to a imagine

Gucci, Louie, Mark Jacob bags and

She on the catwalk, Tyra Banks she passed them

Love True Religions but can't fit the ass in

A size two, so what we gon' do is take it the Beyoncé's stylist

And she be wylin

Sayin that my rap be violent

I know how to keep that silent

Take her far, far from the hood, where ain't no sirens

Unless she listenin' to Howard Stern on Sirius

No, I mean Sirius, cause she's so serious

And I kills the cat, when the cat get curious

And you can take me as that, biohazarding

You should have your hazmat

If I took your girl, you can have your cat back

This the 106 new joint, and she just a flash back

[Chorus: T-Pain]

I don't trust her

I shouldn't be within a thousand feet of her

But I love her

And if somebody else touch her, I go hard

Keep it sharp like the crease in my Khaki suit

She like my khaki suit she like my khaki suit yeah yeah