Breakin’ Rules lyrics

Breakin Rules (Feat Busta Rhymes)

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes & The Game]
Now put your hands up
Baby I wanna see you move
If you wanna get it poppin' then show me just how you do
You can either give me head or f*ck my whole crew
If you into breaking rules than listen to what you do
So put your hands up
n*gga I wanna see your jewels
If you never met a gangsta I show you just how we do
If you blink or move you on the 9 o clock news
I’m riding with flipmode
You ain't f*cking with my crew

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Being that gangsta n*gga game tied
Combine a great mind with Dr Dre outside the club
You form a great line
You not a thug you ain't even in the club n*gga
Roll up in the spot with a bunch of Cedar Block blood n*ggas
Scud missiles launch, holla like a bud n*gga
Don’t stop, make the b*tches follow (?)
While you ponder on my moves
sh*t is kinda strange, Flipmode, Aftermath bank account number change
Since day 1 n*gga East Coast stompin
Game told me come through take a lil' trip to Compton
The way they live around here the sh*t is evident
They do how like we buy weed down on (?) on President (Westside)
Same hood sh*t homes
You know we do it proper
At the Vibe Awards, my Ratchet woulda really repped the Doctor n*gga
Look close you see the damage I’m bringing
Aftermath, motherf*cker, that's the band Im swinging
[Chorus]

[Verse 2: The Game]
You think you got a n*gga shook right
What you look like
In the club only Yankee fitted with a red light
Look left, look right
n*gga we don’t tuck ice
Me and Busta Rhymes shine like Diesel truck lights
Styling with my chucks on
Gold chain plus stones
On the stores track I run the city like Puff Combs
And ever since they put buss on
We be dropping gangsta sh*t while my competition making love songs
I got no problem watching Snoop getting his cuz on
Thank Jimmy Iovine for letting me put the buzz on it
They say I’m borderline disrespectful
I tell em suck my di*k long as my wrist and neck glow
I put chicks on X.O., then show em the breast stroke
Hurricane Game I splash and let her legs go
Far as my checks go got cribs in escrow
In three years flat Im crowned king of the west coast

[Chorus]

[The Game]
I'm 'bout the only rapper that ain't been jacked
How was that? cuz I pack that mack
Don’t make me clap cuz I going off yack
On a Scott Storch track
So sniff these lines while I chop that crack
You can sip that surp while we flip these birds
B-Stars, Flipmode thats what you heard
Coming out that trunk
I pump that base with a red bandana tied around my face
And a Louie V belt wrapped around my waist
Im so ridiculous, ignorant thats just how I was raised
Inconsiderate, belligerent and n*ggas would say
I ain't finish another album without f*ckin' with Dre
He can’t finish Detox without f*ckin with me
'Cuz I’m young and I’m sick and I’m CPT
And I’m dumb and I’m rich n*ggas can’t see me
With red beams on the S-C-O-P-E
[Chorus]

[Singing]
B-Stars and Flipmode, Flipmode
B-Stars and Flipmode, Flipmode
B-Stars and Flipmode, Flipmode
B-Stars and Flipmode, Flipmode