Artist: The Game f/ Drake
Album:  The R.E.D. Album
Song:   Good Girls Go Bad
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Game] + (Drake)
Since Big ain't here, I'm 'bout do it for T'yanna
And put roses on the grave of Kanye's momma
This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen
All the girls that hold it down, gettin beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2, or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just bring it to a end
And we don't wanna see Nicki fightin Lil' Kim
It's missin women out there, let's just focus on them
This song is dedicated to Natalee Holloway
I feel for her daddy so I wrote this on Father's Day
I know she gone but, she ain't far away
I just had a daughter, pass me that cigar 'Ye
I'm 'bout to tell a story, everybody parlay
Sit back listen while I kick it the Compton Boulevard way
My daddy used to beat up on my momma all day
So I took my "Chronic" album and slept in the hallway
I learned this the hard way, when police came our way
My daddy had us actin like it never happened (Broadway)
Plus I was kinda scared to keep it real wit'cha
Now my momma good, nigga she ain't gotta deal wit'cha
You want some money? Nigga I ain't get a deal wit'cha
You ain't sayin nothin, you like a still picture
You better thank God you still breathin air
Cause you coulda went out like your boy Steve McNair

[Chorus: sample of Della Humphey's "Don't Make the Good Girls Go Bad"]
"Don't make the good girls go bad, no"
"Don't make the good girls go bad, no"
"If you don't, then you don't really love us"
"Please don't use us, nooo~!"

[Drake]
I won't, ha ha
I said I won't, yo

Good evening, I'm in Chicago at the Elysian
with some girls that say they models but mmm, I don't believe 'em
Who's still gettin tested?
Where's all the women that can still remember who they slept with?
Where's all the girls too busy studyin to make the guest list?
But when you do go out you still workin what you was blessed with
Do it girl, I'll be the King to your Queen Latifah
I love ya ass like Milhouse love Lisa
I love ya ass like the Ninja Turtles love pizza
Ironically enough you somethin I want a piece of
You got it girl, this song remind me of Kat from Philly
A girl I used to love but still she started actin silly
Her heart's a lil' chilly, she a lil' too carefree
In ten years who's payin for all that therapy? Mmm, nigga not me
Yeah, I'm probably not the man you take me for
But I bet I could be if you make me yours
Damn, most of the shit I say is true
When I'm done with bad bitches know I'm comin straight to you
Good girl

[Chorus]

[Game]
Drizzy, I'm sittin here watchin "Basketball Wives"
Like "Ugh, them is basketball wives?"
Only cute one Gloria, that's my nigga Matt Barnes' chick
Can't swim in that pool fool, that's a crucial conflict
Never sleep with the wife of niggaz you eat with
And never buy a chick a bag on the first date
I pop a bottle with her, on her birthday, and tell her ass get on
Disrespect my chick, that type of shit'll get you spit on
I don't hit on girls, I just hit on girls
Like, "Hey lil' mama, come to Game and Drizzy world
Get busy girl, drink that Rosé, 'til you're dizzy girl"
She walkin 'round the club all lost, like "Where is he girl?"
He on the top of the charts next to Beyoncé
Right under Kanye, so let the Dom spray
That's your girl? Nigga go on make her cry
Soon as you do I'm pullin up in that Porsche like "Let's ride"

[Della Humphey sample]
"Don't make the good girls go bad, no"
"Don't make the good girls go bad, no"
"If you"

[Chorus]

[Game]
Word on the news stand Alicia got herself a man
And that's my nigga Swizzy; know you see Game and Drizzy
surrounded by them diamonds, I'm a cold mackin
Nigga it's a cold climate, don't ask me where the crime went
Just tell me where them dimes went so I can get 'em fitted
Let 'em be the bridesmaids at the wedding for my niggaz
Yeah I'm married to the game, and she married to my chain
Watchin "Boyz N the Hood," let's take a drive down memory, lane