Hard Liquor lyrics

by

The Game


[Intro: The Game]
Dre you must've been of the Hennessy when you did this my n*gga

[Chorus: Kokane]
Hard liquor
Hard liquor
Hard liquor
Is there anymore hard liquor
Make sure that it's mixed
And twisted with a little bit of lemon juice
On ice, on ice, on ice, Yeah

[Verse 1: The Game]
You know me I turn them 40 bottles upside down
Like n*ggas with dead homies till it's empty like my four pound
n*ggas thinkin' I'm drunk, reach for my N.W.A chain
And get your ass beat with the pump
Tell security it's Game plus 50
Any problem he get f*cked up every night like Bobby do Whitney
f*ck poppin' Cristal I got a bottle of Henny
Me and my nine stay together like Hardaway and Lil Penny
I ain't here so you can ask about Em or Dre
I came to see some b*tches shake their ass like Beyoncé
So let me be Hov' for a minute, get up in your ho for a minute
And you could be my ho for a minute
Like I'm Diddy, be J-Lo for a minute
From the windows to the wall gettin' low while I'm in it
All I gotta do is hit em with a JAY-Z line
Like you deserve to be my sunshine
[Chorus: Kokane]
See her on the Floor, she's sexy
Tell her where the after party is
But make sure that you see her friends before her
Before her, before her, hmm

[Verse 2: The Game]
I'll spend a hundred dollars take a b*tch to the hyatt
Then treat her like Busta light her ass on fire
I'm a gangsta ma' I wanna see you wiggle your butt cheeks
Both hands round your ankles ma'
All I wanna see is ass and tits
Shake it like they do in magic city with T.I. in that mothaf*cka
I'm like 50, P.I. in this mothaf*cka
You see them gold Ds on that Porsche Truck
I show you how gangstas f*ck
My .45 to the back of your weave, both of your arms in handcuffs
Take a bottle of Cisco to the head, see how you like getting f*cked with a pistol to your head
Tell ya' girls how I f*cked your brains out we can do a manage-a-trois, pull the whips and chains out
I tear that frame out I ain't no stunt man
I pull that range out, b*tch

[Chorus: Kokane]
See her on the Floor, she's sexy
Tell her where the after party is
But make sure that you see her friends before her
Before her, before her, hmm
[Verse 3: The Game]
I got 40's like the liquor store
Pour it on your weave like that b*tch in the G-Thang video
You look wet, let me help you out your Von Dutch's
I know you used to n*ggas spendin' but tonight I'm f*ckin'
The truck stop, the rims spin, I know they hate me f*ck 'em
It's killa-Cali n*gga, haters come a dime a dozen
Load them shells then I get drunk p*ssy
This bottle of Hennessy got me wantin' to f*ck Missy
I'm a gangsta I can turn that b*tch out
Play with her pus*y then drop ecstasy in her Cristal
60 seconds later I'm kickin' that b*tch out
Then ride down the show with the .45th out
Stop at the store that b*tch emptied my Cris out
Give me 50 feet or I'll empty this clip out
n*ggas wanna know what this L.A. sh*t 'bout
Just visit when the Bloods and Crips' up

[Chorus: Kokane]
Is there anymore hard liquor
Make sure that it's mixed
And twisted with a little bit of lemon juice
On ice, on ice, on ice, yeah
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