Artist: The Game f/ Denise Janae, Lyfe Jennings Album: California Republic Mixtape Song: The Best Revenge Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Game] The Game, "California Republic" mixtape Long awaited {"This, is a DJ Skee exclusive"} [Chorus: Lyfe Jennings + Denise Janae] Baby it's mind over matter, don't fall for the okey-doke Those have forsake it cause you're smart and you're beautiful Success, good friends The best, revenge All my pockets got paper, it'll never been a {?} in 'em Let 'em say whatever they want, they just want slower digits Success (success) good friends (good friends) The best (the best) revenge (reveeeeeenge) [Game] She bent over in that closet lookin for them Red Bottoms She know I like the pair with them spikes on 'em, that's all she rockin She got that Louis robe on, that thing's satin And you know that ass fat if I'm gon' take a loss in this Madden, yeah Don't stop let me hit it from the front, don't stop let me hit it from the back Hit it 'til you cum, hit it 'til it run, use my tongue and fuck up your rap Now she ain't goin nowhere for awhile, iPhone ringin? That's ol' girl Beat the pussy up, that's the hook right thurr, bangin track #3 on that "Cole World" Never give a nigga problems, got a nigga back like Sean Diddy Combs got Harlem And she better than my niggaz, it's like holdin a nigga down, what's that? Girl callin [Chorus] [Game] Look at all them girls hatin, look at all them girls hatin Look at all them girls hatin outside the club in that line waitin Cause she can't be you, she can't be Nicki, she can't be Kim And we over here sippin that Ace while you over there mad cause you sippin that gin How many shots do it take, to get to yo' center? Take her to the bathroom then I go in her In her, in her, in her so far I could see everything that she ate for dinner Park my car, hell yeah fuckin right, she a smart girl, she can give me brains all night I'ma beat it up like a UFC fight, most time that I ever spent at a red light And her girlfriend's just aight, can't fuck with 'em cause they ain't my type Get them bags packed then meet me at the 'port, grab your passport, I ain't tryna miss my flight [Chorus]