Game - Bottles And Rockin J's Lyrics

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The Game - Bottles And Rockin J's Lyrics

[dj khaled]
ay yo game, what that do boy
it's dj khaled
i got my black and red jordan retro 6′s on
i'm all about gettin money
i love glorifying my hard work
poppin' bottles
love it too
this dj khaled, we the best
ayo game. red nation

[chorus]
all i know is bottles and rockin' j's
bottles and rockin' j's
bottles and rockin' j's
bottles and rockin' j's

wininng and getting money
wininng and getting money
wininng and getting money
wininng and getting money

bottles and rockin' j's
bottles and rockin' j's
bottles and rockin' j's
bottles and rockin' j's

wininng and getting money
wininng and getting money
wininng and getting money
wininng and getting money

[busta rhymes]
all i know is how to smash on everybody record and do what i do
and make somebody have to go and get a hearse
yo, game i don't really give a f-ck if it's your record
and you my brother my nigga i gotta rhyme fresh
see the way i coming, how i do the game, church
ask somebody, you gotta know you gotta need a nurse
let me bang em with another killa, then we put a couple bottles on the chiller
kill em with another verse
everybody see the way i be going and going
how i do it
the only way we know it, but then again, yes we do
we knowing how i be banging
and every sheet that i get
all the heat i be packin;
and i show it off
with all this money you know where i'm heading
and i'm gonna get the jordan's the patent 11 leathers
they really banging all the way down to the ?
and i get a couple pair with all this money i be getting
and i kill em with the bounce, you see the way a nigga steppin
and we pop bottles and we rock j's, see me reppin
let me show you way i do it before i hit you with the weapon
don't be spillin' liquor all over my shit, give me a second
anyway, see we gotta get it up, fillin bottles up
?

[rick ross]
i'm gettin money, bottles and rocking chains
money like i'm lebron my whip collection insane
suicidal thoughts, highway to heaven riding like a boss
condaminium in the clouds, 60 g's a month
50 floors, marble walls, pictures of boston georgia
?
sanctify, bally shoes, audemars, franck muller ?
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[chorus]

[game]
bottles and rockin' j's
smokin and sippin spades
pistol tucked in my louie
heated up like i'm wade
don't do lebron's, kobe up on the weekends
jordan's mondy through friday especially when i'm freaking
them cool grey's, thats monday
them space jams thats tuesday
that spike lee on wednesday
23 in my benz eh
you know i love them 6′s especially on my ?
13′s and them spandex on thursday, it's your birthday
and firday i aint lying, king of diamonds i'm in heaven
red bone bitch poppin on my black and red 11′s
patent leather when i step in
you know what i'm reppin'
it's s double -o, w- double o
black number 4′s i aint get it from the store, buss know
all i know is

[chorus]

[fabolous]
i put footsprints in them couches
i put so much in my two step
put on for my city, i aint got no choice but to rep
i put straight shots in they hair
make pretty girls, do the ugly face
and they just my song on
move back i need dougie space like, ay, ay
then its right back to my muggin' face
? sayin put the ? out
bbm, you buggin face
we walked in, one some, bottles pop like we won some'n
raise a glass for erry'body that's done something from nothin
no grind, no shine, dress code, we pay no mind
cargo's and j's on, they let sun in, no blinds
all i drink is my shit
stop playin, youtube
but tonight we on that red berry and cranberry, soo woo

[lil wayne]
and i'm smokin' on that puff
sippin' on that purp
i came in this bitch with some niggas that will murk
and we aint bout all that talkn, you a dead man walking
stomp a nigga out, in these number 4 jordans
got a scope on the barrel that's a hammer with a camera
hollow tips? tip em like dancing
i don't know nothing but ? and gettin money
blood gang? in public
young tunechi
shoot a nigga up then it's deuces
head shots that f-cking vest is so useless
yeah, yo chuck? these ?
you know who ?
killer bees

[chorus]

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