Artist: The Game f/ Big Sean, Fabolous, Jeremih, Lil Wayne Album: Jesus Piece Song: All That (Lady) Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: sample of "Lady" by D'Angelo] "I can tell they're looking - you're my" "I can tell they're looking - you're my lady" "S'goin down" [Game] You know I love you like cooked food, I'm a good dude Let's hit the Roscoe's on Pico, I'm in a hood mood I'm sittin here thinkin 'bout all the things I could do So what you should do is play your position for Berkin bags, we poppin tags Her shoe game sick, we drinkin Ace out of red bottles True gang shit, fuck with me and you're famous Kanye'd my bitch, now she away from the nameless Camera flashes from strangers, turn a Range to a manger Jesus piece on the plate, yeah my baby an angel Fell straight up out of Heaven into, what we into Who knew we'd grew into whatever we into That's too much for your mental so we snapback that Game on point like the stripes on my Gucc' backpack My ladybug, yeah she cool like that In them Trues, why you move like that? {"I can tell they're looking - you're my lady"} [Chorus: Jeremih] You know my lady always on She know I need it so She knows she can get all that, all that, all that All that, all that My lady got me goin I'm where she already knows She knows she can get all that, all that, all that {"I can tell they're looking - you're my lady"} {"S'goin down"} [Lil Wayne] Uhh, you my lady And that pussy feel, like a haven We can make babies, let's be creative She say leave them tricks alone but I'm a skater I love her like her daddy told her no man would I got a lot of bad bitches, she the only one good I get her flowers for nothin, she smilin and blushin If I don't answer my phone, then we probably fuckin Yah, she love my tattoos Ain't got no room for her name but I'ma make room She let her hair down, we have a stare down She said "I'm glad-you-ate-it, where my cap and gown?" Told her "I can be your chauffeur, dick like a limo" Multiple orgasms, that's my M.O. Haha, redbone pretty I kiss her from her titty to her clitty Tunechi~! [Chorus] [Big Sean] Yo, Sean Don, whoa Look, my girl's sweet like my hotel flo' From where they ran through more keys than a hotel do' The D, give her the D now the whole hotel know Feel like I'm lookin down from Heaven screamin "Oh Hell no!" When you hop on top girl that's what it feel like She always had a player back like the field lights And e'ry time I left it ain't feel right Cheated on her and she stayed, that's just real life Shit, cause it's hard when you ain't on the same coast Burnin bread in the club so all these girls want toast Hoes try and wave but we ain't on the same boat They tryin to sink e'rything that we made float She told me 'bout her ex-man, her old boy stories And how she had a dildo, you know, toy stories Don't fuck her on her period, ain't into horror stories I take her to my favorite restaurant she order for me Cause she know me [Chorus] w/ ad libs [Outro: Fabolous] She can get all that It makes sense, right? Yeah - girl look I'm feelin your style, I'm lovin your swag I like how your jeans fit, you're killin that bag You workin them heels, your diamonds are real You give me the chills, girl you're all that {*fades out*}