Artist: The Game f/ Diddy Album: The Documentary 2 Song: Standing on Ferraris Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Diddy] + (Game) Yo, yeah (I put that on Piru) (Put that on Piru, Piru) Yo Game, let's go [Chorus: The Game] I've been shot, stabbed, left for dead Walked through every hood in L.A., bandanna on my head, guarantee that shit was red Machetes and them choppers out, bitches with they knockers out I done fucked 'em all, that's why I'm standin on Ferraris nigga From the corner playin lookout, to kitchen cookouts Yeah, that's why I'm standin on Ferraris nigga In a '6-4, 6'5", too big for a Bugatti That's why I'm standin on Ferraris nigga [Diddy - over Chorus] And you still here nigga? Let's go [The Game] + (Diddy) Ran the West for a decade, nigga, check the bio Gave you Cincinnati fitteds like I get it in Ohio Autographs on the vinyl made the Lamb' albino Straight away in the Wraith, that's a Peyton Manning spiral (let's go) You lookin at your idol, Jesus wrote the Bible (uh-huh) Yeezus (yeah) that's my Nike Town rival Dare a nigga try me now, like why me now Lookin for Red Octobers, I will tie him down Stay laced, spit nothin but based Yeah, all my shit bump like Craig Mack face (HAH!) Ask your favorite bitch how my dick taste (Baaaaaad Booooooy) Ask your neighbor's bitch how my dick taste Don't take orders, I dictate, get your shit straight Dickface, perpetual Roleys, with the big face (c'mon c'mon) I got 'em lovin the movement Beard so long I'm feelin like Rick Rubin [Chorus] [Diddy - over Chorus] Aiyyo get off my motherfuckin car man! Get off my car man~! [The Game] + (Diddy) Top floor at the Biltmore Say they want a war, shit, that's what I'm built for Loungin, Miami with the eye candy Bitches names Sandy and Bambi, my exes can't stand me (oooooooooh-ooh!) God, blessed the nigga with more swag than Jigga, more hoes than Trigga Trigga know; that's my nigga though Figure-fo' down Figueroa Ric Flair Phantom (I see you) all red flannel, niggaz don't hear me though Spit on models, R. Kelly piss on the centerfold Ever since Doc showed me a billion in a envelope Love Jimmy, fuck Interscope, I'm a don Walk outside naked, Cuban cigar, and Louboutins (huh?) Huh? Shit on my lawn, snakes in the grass I hear 'em slitherin and hissin whenever I pass Ridin with somethin French, Khloe Kardash' 200 on the dash, that's yo' ass [Chorus] [Diddy - over Chorus] Wooo! Yeah, aiyyo get the fuck off my car man Get the fuck off my car man Get the fuck off my car man [Outro: Diddy] + (Game) Aiyyo this nigga Game bought me a motherfuckin red Ferrari for my birthday nigga (I put that on Piru) Told me I was honorary (put that on Piru, Piru) I said, "Nigga I'm with whatever with this motherfuckin red Ferrari nigga" Yeah, I'll take it Nigga Game give out red Ferraris for no reason It was just a Tuesday, a motherfuckin Tuesday Yeah, nigga said "Happy Tuesday, Puff" Now that nigga wanna stand on my Ferrari every day Now that nigga wanna stand on my motherfuckin Ferrari all the time Drivin down the street with Hype Williams shootin a video We ain't even shootin a video, we just motherfuckin ridin down the street This nigga got Hype Williams shootin and shit, yeah, yeah Yeah see this what happen when that East meets West, we get together Knah'msayin, say fuck the rest, we start partyin and bullshittin and havin a good time, throwin pool parties and shit Niggaz start buyin niggaz from the East Coast Ferraris and shit Shit all good, red Ferraris at that nigga Shit, ain't got no time for no other shit I just got time to get this muh'fuckin money man Get this money with me man, yeah So that's what we decided to do So now we gettin more money than anybody and everybody And the only color that we really, motherfuckin at the end of the day gon' beef over is that motherfuckin green, motherfucker!