Artist: The Game f/ Rick Ross Album: California Republic Mixtape Song: Red Bottom Boss * Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash * set to "Lord Knows" instrumental by Drake [Intro: Rick Ross] Niggaz talkin like hoes, they mad they not in my shoes [Chorus: Rick Ross] It's the red bottom boss, came to buy the bar Every five weeks shit I'm bound to buy a car Murder-cedes Benz or that bubble Double R Headlights flickin, lookin like a falling star (uhh) [The Game] Uh~! I'm 'bout to tear this fuckin track out Pretend that it's Keri Hilson and blow her fuckin back out Twenty-second mixtape, half of 'em diss tapes But fuck who I was dissin cause I never made a mis-take Bleek got what he deserved, Jay I mighta been trippin I was fallin, I was slippin; he was Jordan, I thought I was Pippen He was winnin, I was losin; he threw a jab, I start bruisin So I, threw in the towel just to separate all confusion Ivy Blue is beautiful, me sayin that's unusual That's just the father in me, don't think I'm tryin to be cool wit'chu Thug Life, Rihanna knuckles, Gucci shirt, designer buckles Louis Vuitton billboard, for niggaz that's just tryin to hustle Posterboy for the drug dealers; I just want y'all to love me But I ain't The Phantom, I ain't really tryin to bug niggaz Y'all the Verizon man, I'm just gon' stand behind y'all But every now and then, I gotta remind y'all [Chorus] [The Game] It's that red bottom boss nigga Burgundy Bentley truck, who give fuck what it cost nigga? That V12 start up like Ross nigga (uhh) That's why them hoes call me the boss nigga Catch me in that Maybach, where the seats recline way back Remember I had a +Rocky+ for ya; I ain't talkin +A$AP+ Know I got that K strap, chopper with a basehead If you see +Tip Drill+ and +King of Diamonds+ tell I got like eight stacks Ace of Spades by the crates beitch Never lose like Alexander the Great, beitch I only win like Baylor, I run the city like mayors Don't make me go dig up them old Chuck Taylors Back when me and Snoop was the only ones throwin up gang signs (Ahhh) and niggaz wasn't Bloodin 'til I came and co-signed y'all But y'all the Verizon man, I'm just gon' stand behind y'all And sometimes I gotta remind y'all [Chorus] [The Game] +Taylor Gang+ nigga, I ain't +Wiz+ though but I got that +yellow brick road+ inside my earlobes Playin ice hockey, feelin like +Gretzky+ Los Angeles King, and I'm who the whole city gon' cheer fo' Niggaz throwin subliminals, act like I don't hear those I could give you six hundred bars but y'all know that y'all fear those And plus I'm too attached to my lifestyle Fuck them Air 1's, I'm too attached to these spikes now Louis Vuittons, hard as croutons They comfortable like futons, they suede, Grey Poupon They yellow like Luke on the Lakers, he was traded But they should have moved that nigga Marion, Gloria goof on Damn, was that too strong? These niggaz gettin pooped on While I get my Duke on, and crossover like Duhon You lukewarm, I'm too hot; you too cold, I'm 2Pac You're too old for hip-hop; stop, recognize [Chorus] [Outro] California Republic mixtape Long awaited (long awaited) {Man on man} {Starvation right?} "DJ SKI! WORLD PREMIER"