Hurricane (Freestyle) lyrics
by The Game
Keep the cashbox in the stash box
U know I stay with a fat knot
Flow fill the streets like crack rocks
Got em greasier than a Big Mac box
G Unit played out, like throwbacks & flattops
n*ggas mad cuz I ain't wanna go at LOX
Banks crying, cuz Dre gave me first dibs on beats
n*gga even if u had got ill beats
Your flow still put n*ggas to sleep
Nobody wanna hear that gay ass sh*t
Lit y'all cats up like the Las Vegas strip
Christopher Lloyd aka fake Lupe Fiasco
You ain't no PLK, you got a gay ass flow
Trying to be conscious, you garbage
I put the Glock to your noggin
Unlike your boss I really be mobbing
Have you waking up coughing in a coffin
Fronting online like you flossing and balling
But when we was out dining, your card kept declining
How your name Banks and your pockets not brolic?
n*gga u can never outshine me or outrhymе me
Your boss a rat, so of course he don't wanna supply cheesе
Ain't no cold corner, my bars is fuego
Ask Jimmy,I'm a outlaw like Django
In the Lambo, peach colored mango
I'ma remain dope, n*gga you gonna stay broke
Dumb n*gga spent his last dollar on a statue of liberty chain
Then ran and got a sugar daddy, out here giving n*ggas brain
I buried G Unit remains, Black Wallstreets the game
You holla Southside Jamaica but they don't even f*ck with you lames
G UNOT n*gga...