Ali Bomaye [Romanian translation]

Get my people out them chains nigga

I mean handcuffs, time to man up

Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin' bruh

Cause I'm a black man, in a Phantom

Or is it cause my windows tinted?

Car cost 300 thou' and I blow Indo in it

You mad cause your daughter fuck with me on spring break

Well, I'mma fuck her 'til the springs break

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]

Yeah, roll another one cause I’m winnin

In my four door looking real photogenic

Gentleman attire, in threads that won’t expire

I’m in a class of my own, my teacher got fired

Money getting long, pussy rate keep rising

Versace outfit cost me 3,000

From the P houses, did it from the wee hours

Selling that chicken no lemon pepper, no sweet and sour

First you get the power, then you get respect

I’m getting so much money I can buy ya bitch

Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it

I like clubs where all the women working naked

Fell in love with a waitress what the fuck I’m thinking

Bought that ho a ring it was for her pinky

Uhn, that’s pimpin’ that’s slick

Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent

[Verse 2: Game]

Fuck y'all mad at me for

Got a black card, and a black phantom

With a white bitch in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana)

Got a thick bitch in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi

Got two chains, they two-tone, two hundred racks, no lie (true)

[Hook 1: Game]

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!

I'm bout to rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye's

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!

My lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another case

[Verse 3: Game]

Fuck y'all mad at me for, cause my belt got two G's on it

Her bag got two C's on it, my daughter's stroller got D's on it

Free Big Meech, Free Boosie and C-Murder

Like New Orleans, like Baltimore, come to Compton you'll see murders

And my AR see murders, that's beef nigga no burgers

I'm insane and you Usain, nigga better turn on them burners

Got coke swimming in that glass jar, bitch go turn on them burners

Got dope to sell in this hotel, no half price, no retail

You a bitch nigga, no female, I smack niggas, Sprewell

I'm on the block like D 12, I got the white, no D-12

Like a little nigga in Africa, I was born toting that K

And that's real shit, no Will Smith, and no Nona Gaye

But they yellin'...

[Hook 2: Game]

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!

Thank God that a nigga seen another day

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!

Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray

[Verse 4: Rick Ross]

I take my case to trial, hire the Dream Team

Robbie Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran, I seen things

I dream big, I think sharp

Inhale smoke, Hawaiian tree bark

Humble yourself, you not a G, keep it one with yourself

Run to niggas for help, favors I keep one on the shelf

I got rifles with lasers, swing it just like the majors

Hit you right above navel, now you swimming in pavement

Gold medals on my neck, I call it Michael Phelps

Hoes settling for less, I call 'em bottom shelf

Niggas tough on them blogs and never did nothing at all

On the road to the riches, bitches not tagging along

[Verse 5: Game]

..Unless it's ass in a thong, hit that ass and I'm gone

Disrespect my nigga Boss and I'm flashing the chrome

I'm waving the Tec, Tity spraying the Mac

Extendos in the back, gonna lap

Got a bitch that look like Laila Ali sitting in my lap

Got a call from Skateboard, pick 'em up at Lax

Speaking skateboards, where Tune at?

Fuck with him, I'll break a skateboard on a nigga back

2 Chainz!

[Verse 6: 2 Chainz]

Skateboard on a nigga track

No lie, No Lie already got a plaque

Mama got a house, daughter got accounts

Just to think a nigga like me started with a ounce

Bad bitches and D-boys, we bring 'em out

If them niggas pussy, we douche 'em, we clean 'em out

This the voice of ghetto intelligence

If you got work, go to work, don't work at your residence

[Verse 7: Game]

...For presidents

Word to Muhammad, that triple beam is heaven-sent

Riding through the jungles in that muthafuckin' elephant

That's a gray ghost, with the ears on it

Swimming through the hood like it got fins on it (Tell 'em!)

You know I got that work on the foreman grill

Weigh the muthafuckas in, made another mill'

Got a nigga feeling like Cassius Clay

Thrilla in Manilla, nigga want it whip his ass today

• Artist:The Game