Ya Heard

[Intro: The Game & Sample]

Yeah

(Don't you hear?)

California, New York

Chi-Town know how I get it down (Don't you hear the sound?)

M.I.A, ATL, what's up? (Sound)

Houston, Frisco (Said, don't you hear the sound?)

Detroit get money just like N.O., yeah (Don't you hear?)

Yeah (Don't you hear the sound, sound?)

[Verse 1: The Game]

You see that cherry red Phantom on them big-ass wheels

You see I be playing with them cars, I'm like a big-ass kid

Crazy with that cap gun, so if we play "Cops and Robbers"

I'll show you how to pop revolvers

Fitted cap too big, so it cover my eyes

That Lambo? That ain't shit, just a public disguise

And that top model chick, she for the diamond lane

And I be driving all crazy 'cause my diamond chain is (Bright)

As them Las Vegas lights

It be the same in California when I'm riding at night

In New York, I be in Midtown, up and down Broadway

Having meetings all day, baby, my future is (Bright)

As LeBron's, take off on anybody

Tyra Banks on my arm and we'll crash any party, yeah

"Making it rain" ain't got shit on me

The way I ball, the fucking owner should come sit on me

Yeah, I'm fresh out of jail, you should've knew I was back

Turn on the radio, it's a rap

[Chorus: Sample & Ludacris]

Don't you hear?

Don't you hear the sound, sound? (Bright)

Said don't you hear the sound?

Just touched down at L-A-X! Luda!

Don't you hear? (Bright)

That's right, what up Game?

Don't you hear the sound, sound?

Heheheh, fresh out huh? (Bright)

[Verse 2: Ludacris]

Don't you hear it? That nigga named Luda (Woo!)

Slicker than Rick the Ruler, whoop ass like Lex Luger (Yeah)

My money long; your shit is shorter than Oompa Loompas

And I'll Superman-"YOU!" that ass like Lex Luthor (Hahaha, bright)

Shoot you then say "me gusta", I'll take you to meet ya maker

My dick's the Staples Center, I'll take you to see the Lakers, swoosh! (Woo!)

On that Cali kush, smoking like a muffler

So many red flags I coulda swore I was in Russia (Bright)

Game! I got the fame and the fortune, Compton is scorchin

Get rid of bullets (Oh!), my gun keeps havin abortions

I ain't havin it (Nope), see 'em in the dead zone

Fake dope boys is more bass up in my headphones (Bright, hahaha)

Adjust your treble, I'm heavier than metal

My verses are hot as shit, like I recorded with the Devil (Woo)

I'm on another level, they stuck on the elevator (Yeah)

And I'm about to blow this bitch—Game, press the detonator, like— (Woo!)

Fresh out of Georgia, ya heard I was back

Turn off the radio, it's a rap

[Chorus: Sample]

Don't you hear? (Bright)

Don't you hear the sound, sound? (Bright)

Said don't you hear the sound?

Don't you hear? (Bright)

Don't you hear the sound, sound? (Bright)

[Verse 3: The Game]

See, I come from the bottom, and they call me The Game

But I'm just happy that Beyonce know my name

I took that Dr. Dre money and I bought me chain

Then I bought me a house, then I bought me a Range

Then I bought me some pussy, then I bought me some brains

But I ain't buyin' that the best rappers is Kanye and Wayne

See both of them niggas spit, but y'all act like you don't hear me spit

Like sellin' seven million records ain't the shit (Bright)

I don't win no Grammys, nigga I'm too gangsta

And poppin Cristal with Irv, don't make me a wanksta

See I'm California certified, my niggas make the murder rise

Read my fan mail in jail, Buck told Curtis bye (Bright)

So I'ma break it down, for them niggas in the South

Slow it down, put this Rolls Phantom grill in my mouth

Throw the Prada slippers on, when I walk in my house

P. Diddy and Tommy Lee know what I'm talking about (Bright)

See I'm fresh out of jail, I know you heard I was back

Turn up the radio, it's a rap

[Outro: Sample]

Don't you hear?

Don't you hear the sound, sound?

Said don't you hear the sound?

Don't you hear?

Said don't you hear the sound?