it must be me

The Game

*[Intro]

Letââ?¬â?¢s make it big, Pharrellââ?¬¦

[Verse 1]

Wake up in the morning, oh shit!
Had to cock the 9, niggasââ?¬â?¢ tryin' to steal my pits
Went out the back door, see them niggas hit the fence
Iââ?¬â?¢m telling you, life in Compton is a bitch
Let off a couple shots, God damn, I miss
Say fuck it anyway, and let off the whole clip
Iââ?¬â?¢m not to be fucked with, when Iââ?¬â?¢m off liquor
Old English in my system, ââ?¬Ë?bout to kill me a nigga
See, I remember back in the days, loadinââ?¬â?¢ my AK
Ridinââ?¬â?¢ ââ?¬Ë?round in my Impala with my lungs full of haze
That's when I didnââ?¬â?¢t give a fuck, now I got my son
Shoot a nigga, he die, public enemy number one
But, this ainââ?¬â?¢t no action flick, no Johnny Depp shit
When the Tec spit hollow tips in your Lexus
So. Donââ?¬â?¢t fuck with a Compton nigga when he packinââ?¬â?¢ the gat
Yeah, nigga, I stay strapped

[Chorus]

Somethinââ?¬â?¢ hot in here
Nigga, it must be me! (x2)

Is it the shades? Is it the Jââ?¬Ë?s?
Is it the Bentley with the full color ways
Or the old-school sittinââ?¬â?¢ on blades
What could be?

[Verse 2]

Itââ?¬â?¢s 2-oââ?¬â?¢-clock in the afternoon, Iââ?¬â?¢m ââ?¬Ë?bout to roll a Swisher
ââ?¬Ë?Cause that's what real niggas do when they at home
Watchinââ?¬â?¢ ESPN on the 70-inch flat screen
K-Gs and Wade jerseys, blowinââ?¬â?¢ chronic, that green
Gave up the hoop dreams, bubble with the crack dreams
Turn hood zombies into a Olympic track team
ââ?¬Ë?Till I got shot, and infiltrated the rap scene
Had to clean my life up, doc gave me the vaccine
Donââ?¬â?¢t get it twisted, I still click-clack things
Red beam attached to each and every strap
That I keep locked up in my basement
If I shoot a nigga, will the Lord forgive Jason?
I donââ?¬â?¢t know, still got a sick fetish for shoot-outs and car chases
Fuck Pacino, ââ?¬Ë?cause we know niggas with scarfaces
And we go back, like D-Boys and small faces
And we crashinââ?¬â?¢ new Ferraris while ya'll hatin'
Pharrell I think itââ?¬â?¢s

[Chorus]

Somethinââ?¬â?¢ hot in here
Nigga, it must be me! (x2)

Is it the shades? Is it the Jââ?¬Ë?s?
Is it the Bentley with the full color ways
Or the old-school sittinââ?¬â?¢ on blades
What could it be?

You know the answer, fool

[Verse 3]

Niggas cainââ?¬â?¢t fuck with me, real spit
I guess I am a motherfucking legend, Will Smith
All Iââ?¬â?¢m missinââ?¬â?¢ is a bitch like Jada, Bonnie & Clyde shit
Hit the fence like later, sayonara, arrivederci
Black rose Phantom, interior hearse shit
And I got some kisses from a couple Brooklyn bitches
Them hoesââ?¬â?¢ll never testify, peace to Common
But Game keep it hood like weaves and Top Ramen
Never stop coming for the top
If the bass a flesh wound and Pharrell a head shot
Motherfucker, and when he take aim
Bullets enter your frame, my bars simi-lar
To a dragon swalloinââ?¬â?¢ flames
Cainââ?¬â?¢t walk through the club and take a piss
Without these new school rap niggas on my dick
While you fuck around with your jewelry and all your whips
I pull up with your bitch pumpinââ?¬â?¢ gangsta shit
Now you know

[Chorus]

Somethinââ?¬â?¢ hot in here
Nigga, it must be me! (x2)

Is it the shades? Is it the Jââ?¬Ë?s?
Is it the Bentley with the full color ways
Or the old-school sittinââ?¬â?¢ on blades
What could it be?

You know the answer, fool

Do ya thing, shawty
Do ya thing, shawty
Do ya thing, shawty
Eââ?¬â?¢rybody lookinââ?¬â?¢ now (x2)

Go
Go
Go
Go
Go
Go
Eââ?¬â?¢rybody lookinââ?¬â?¢ now (x2)