Ali Bomaye Lyrics – The Game ft. 2 Chainz & Rick Ross

[Intro: The Game]
Get my people out them chains, n!gga
I mean handcuffs, time to man up
Put my hands up? F**k you saying, bruh?
'Cause I'm a black man in a Phantom
Or is it 'cause my windows tinted?
Car cost 300 thou' and I blow Indo in it (2 Chainz!)
You mad 'cause your daughter f**k with me on spring break
Well, I'ma f**k her till the springs break

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, roll another one 'cause I'm winning
In my four-door, looking real photogenic
Gentleman attire, in threads that won't expire
I'm in a class of my own, my teacher got fired
Money getting long, pu**y rate keep rising
Versace outfit cost me 3, 000
From the P houses, did it from the wee hours
Selling that chicken; no lemon pepper, no sweet and sour
First you get the power, then you get respect
I'm getting so much money I can buy your b!tch
Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it
I like clubs where all the women working naked
Fell in love with a waitress—what the f**k I'm thinking?
Bought that ho a ring, it was for her pinky
Uhn, that's p!mping, that's sl!ck
Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent

[Verse 2: The Game]
F**k y'all mad at me for?
Got a black card and a black Phantom
With a white b!tch in Idaho
I do the same thing in (Montana)
Got a thick b!tch in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi
Got two chains, they two-tone, two hundred racks, no lie

[Chorus 1: The Game]
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
I'm 'bout to rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye's
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
My lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another case

[Verse 3: The Game]
F**k y'all mad at me for
'cause my belt got two G's on it?
Her bag got two C's on it?
My daughter's stroller got D's on it?
Free Big Meech, free Boosie and C-Murder
Like New Orleans, like Baltimore
Come to Compton you'll see murders
And my AR see murders, that's beef, n!gga; no burgers
I'm insane and you Usain
N!gga better turn on them burners
Got coke swimming in that glass jar
B!tch, go turn on them burners!
Got dope to sell in this hotel, no half price, no retail
You a b!tch n!gga; no female, I smack n!ggas; Sprewell
I'm on the block like D12, I got the white; no D-12
Like a little n!gga in Africa, I was born toting that K
And that's real sh!t, no Will Smith and no Nona Gaye
But they yelling...

[Chorus 2: The Game]
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Thank God that a n!gga seen another day
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Got a chopper and a bottle—f**k it, let 'em spray!

[Verse 4: Rick Ross]
I take my case to trial, hire the Dream Team
Robbie Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran; I seen things
I dream big, I think sharp
Inhale smoke, Hawaiian tree bark
Humble yourself, you not a G, keep it one with yourself
Run to n!ggas for help, favors I keep one on the shelf
I got rifles with lasers, swing it just like the majors
Hit you right above navel
Now you swimming in pavement
Gold medals on my neck, I call it Michael Phelps
Hoes settling for less, I call 'em bottom shelf
N!ggas tough on them blogs and never did nothing at all
On the road to the riches, b!tches not tagging along

[Verse 5: The Game]
Unless it's as* in a thong, hit that as* and I'm gone
Disrespect my n!gga Boss and I'm flashing the chrome
I'm waving the TEC, Tity spraying the MAC
Extendos in the back, gonna lap
I got a b!tch that look like Laila Ali sitting in my lap
Got a call from Skateboard, pick 'em up at LAX
Speaking skateboards, where Tune at? F**k with him
I'll break a skateboard on a n!gga back, 2 Chainz!

[Verse 6: 2 Chainz]
Skateboard on a n!gga track
No lie, "No Lie" already got a plaque
Mama got a house, daughter got accounts
Just to think a n!gga like me started with a ounce
Bad b!tches and D-boys, we bring 'em out
If them n!ggas pu**y, we douche 'em, we clean 'em out
This the voice of ghetto intelligence. If you got work
Go to work, don't work at your residence

[Verse 7: The Game]
...For presidents
Word to Muhammad, that triple beam is heaven-sent
Riding through the jungles in that mothaf**king elephant
That's a gray Ghost, with the ears on it
Swimming through the hood like it got fins on it
(Tell 'em!)
You know I got that work on the foreman grill
Weigh the mothaf**kas in, made another mil
Got a n!gga feeling like Cassius Clay
Thrilla in Manilla, n!gga want it, whip his as* today

[Chorus 2: The Game]
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Thank God that a n!gga seen another day
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Got a chopper and a bottle—f**k it, let 'em spray!

[Outro: Kevin Hart]
Ay, n!gga guess what I just picked up?
N!gga, talk to yo n!gga
Ay, my f**king Jesus piece! (Woo)
Ay, ay, ay n!gga, n!gga look at ya boy! Look at ya boy!
Ay n!gga look, look real quick, real quick
Look at Jesus eyes doe
N!gga they got diamonds in it! N!gga iced out!
N!gga iced out Jesus face on these b!tches n!gga
Ay don’t ever question my religion
I just put 50 stacks on Jesus face out here n!gga.
You see it, ay ay ay real quick, real quick
Look at his headband (Oh)
N!gga, N!gga look it! Look at ya boy n!gga
Ay n!gga I put the f**king rubies around a n!gga f**king joint n!gga
Yo chill here come Kanye, shut up don’t
Let me turn my piece around