Artist: The Game f/ Drake, Mele, Rick Ross Album: California Republic Mixtape Song: God Speed Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro: Siri - Apple iPhone] New message from Skee! "California Republic" is now ready for download {The following is a DJ Skee presentation!) (Young Tone the Beeper) [DJ Skee] When you hear that sound! You already know what time it is I only drop classics! And we back again with another one The duo you love to hate! Live from Los Angeles The Game I am {DJ SKEE} [The Game] Want y'all to understand what I'm 'bout to do Keep it gangster in this Louis Vuitton designer suit In front of Club Liv, stuntin in that Massi' Coupe Then we're gonna check China, see what King of Diamonds do Pass the kush to A.R., when I recline the roof That nigga get down for me like I'm 'bout to shoot Tell 'em it's Money Gang; my nigga Sonic real And Kid Red be runnin trains like a monorail Introduce you to my team, niggaz you need to know We poppin spades the bottles look like C3PO Blowin that loud, security tellin us to keep it low But when you pay me for a walk-through this is what you need to know We smokin all night, Kev got a handle for me And tell the owner them twelve bottles is mandatory And we gon' need a few Cirocs, and them Gooses too Same go for Greenhouse, and Dream down in Huston too Watching Malaya eatin shrimp while I throw these ones Jazz drunk as fuck cause every time I look he show his gun Every time we in the strip club, he got the coldest one Surrounded by killers cause J. Prince know his son And I'm aight with that - cause Rap-A-Lot my fam' and everytime J ask me can I dot dot? Yeah I can Cause he been lookin out for me before the Drake co-sign And I was there when him and when they heard that Drake was gon' sign But look at Drake now, every time I need somethin He do it and say [Drake] Game, holla if you need somethin [The Game] And that's loyalty in the industry that's full of snakes where niggaz send a bottle to your table just to show they face And bitches stand there looking pretty just to get a glass of Ace Most of these hoes dumb and ain't nothing but an ass and face But if you are the ones that's lucky enough to stand up on this couch make sure as soon as we hop in that Phantom you got them titties out I hate you fake hoes, I swear I hate you fake hoes Your fake ass, your fake nose, you never gon' be J-Lo Nicki put you on that Mike Kors, got you thinkin that you on the right course to fuck that nigga in that white Porsche But I got news for you, got a wifey and three kids at home and I can't even start to count how many times we've been to Rome My oldest kid is 10 and some, my youngest got his tennis on and you ain't never seen a four year old swaggin in his Foams Now they wanna be him cause he rockin colisseums Used to rock it for the fiends, now he rock with Europeans All out in Dublin with them green bottles bubbling Twins I call +Doublemint+ callin me by my government Swear to God that I'm lovin it; I'm on the beach with Miss Dominican Republic even she surprised that she suckin it But don't be surprised that I'm fuckin Never cuffin, always puffin these bitches know who they fuckin with I'm the fuckin shit, handsome ass nigga Fuck with me, I'll fuck with her, you gon' need ransom cash nigga Now cancel that nigga like my BlackBerry service Don't believe none of you niggaz till them plaques start surfacin Niggas get nervous when we hop out them Suburbans Get to tyin red rags around our head like they turbans After niggaz merk 'em I'm behind them Phantoms curtains Headed to Greystone, my alibi is this Persian Her alibi is this Asianm, I call that a persuasion From Hollywood lock up to yellin out "bring the spades in" Dumb bitch right here wanna know why the bottle green I'm somethin like them golf niggaz, I done seen a lot of green 640 mill'? 'Bout to play the lottery A rich nigga cain't win twice? Don't lie to me Cause I'm Donald Trumpin feds, tryin to +Idol+ me Ain't +No Limit+ in spendin this money "I'm 'Bout It 'Bout It" +P+ I'm who these new rappers try to be Every new nigga that say "5" becomes a prodigy And you should honor me! Hang my jersey up? Sure We got a +Situation+, nigga +Jersey Shore+ Know I'm bout my occupation, know I'm 'bout fuckin these hoes Know I rock them Louboutins and smoke 'til it's stuck in my clothes And I got your girl in her comfortable clothes I'm 'bout to take her lower, what's right up under my nose It's Money Gang bitch~! Now watch my company blow And go from a hot logo to somethin you know I'm in the Maserati, Jordans punchin the flo' And you can act like you don't nigga; but... [Mele] Either I'm goin too fast, or doin too much Shut it down all the time when I'm in the club Uhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhh Yeah I'm always in the zone, chillin with a bad bitch And she got nothin on, yeah I'm gonna do it Shut it dowwwwwn Yeah I'm goin too fast, so fast, so fast That's God speed, yeah I'm goin too fast Gooooood speed, that's Gooood speed Said I'm goin too fast, so fast Yeah I'm always in the zone, chillin with a bad bitch And she got nothin on, yeah I'm gonna do it Shut it dowwwwwn Yeah I'm goin too fast, so fast Gooood speed, goin too fast Goooood speed, that Gooood speed Said I'm goin too fast... so fast Gooood [The Game] DJ Skee The Game California Republic mixtape [Rick Ross] It's the boss Ricky Rozay with DJ Skee