Ali Bomaye

The Game

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Intro

Verse
Cm 
  Get my people out them chains nigga 

F 
I mean handcuffs time to man up 

F 
Put my hands up Fuck you sayin' bruh 

F                                   Cm 
'cause I'm a black man in a Phantom  


Or is it 'cause my windows tinted 

    Cm 
Car cost three hundred thou' and I blow Indo in it 

C                                                         C 
You mad 'cause your daughter fuck with me on spring break  


Chorus
                                    C 
Well I'ma fuck her 'til the springs  break 

          Cm                     Ab 
Yeah Roll another one 'cause I'm winnin' 

                 Bb                      C7 
And my four door looking real photogenic  

                   Cm                           Ab 
Jam em on the tire in threads that won't expire  

                     Bb                       Cm 
I'm in a class of my own my teacher got fired  

      C7           Cm                     Ab 
Money getting long pussy rate keep rising  

Bb                               Bb7 
Versace outfit cost me threezero  


From the P houses did it from the weak hours 

Bb                                                     C 
Selling that chicken no lemon pepper no sweet and sour  

          C7            C                      Cm 
First you get the power  then you get respect  

                    Bb                       Bb 
I'm getting so much money I can buy ya bitch  


Verse
                                        Bb 
Take it how you wanna if you wanna take   it 

                                               Bb 
I like clubs where all the women working naked  

                                                        Bb 
Fell in love with a waitress what the fuck I'm thinking  

                                     Bb 
Bought that ho a ring it was for her pinky 


Uhn that's pimpin' that's slick 

    Bb 
Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent 


Chorus
Bb 
Fuck y'all mad at me for 


Got a black card and a black phantom 

       Bb 
With a white bitch in Idaho I do the same thing in 

      Bb 
Got a thick bitch in Atlanta got a redbone in the Chi 

    Bb 
Got two chains they twotone two hundred racks no lie 


Verse
Bb                       Bb 
  Ali Bomaye Ali Bomaye  

                          Bb                          Bb 
I'm bout to rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye's  


Ali Bomaye Ali Bomaye 

Bb 
My lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another case 

Bb 
Fuck y'all mad at me for 'cause my belt got two G's on it 

    G                                                        C 
Her belt got two C's on it my daughter's stroller got D's on it 


Free Big Meech Free Boosie and CMurder 

     C 
Like New Orleans like Baltimore come to Compton you'll see murders 

       C 
And my  AR see murders that's beef nigga no burgers 

    Ab                         Bb             C    Cm 
I'm insane and you Usain nigga better turn on them burners 


Got bitch 

C        Cm                       Bb 
Got dope to sell in this hotel no half price no retail 

      Cm 
You a bitch nigga no female I smack niggas Sprewell 

    Ab                           Bb7 
I'm on the block like D twelve I got the white no Dminus twelve 

     C7 
Like a little nigga in Africa I was born toting that K 


Chorus
           Ab                          Bb 
And that's real shit no Will Smith and   no 

         Cm 
But they yellin' 

                      Ab 
Ali Bomaye Ali Bomaye  

                 Bb                     C7 
Thank God that a nigga seen another day  

                      Cm 
Ali Bomaye Ali Bomaye  

      Ab            Bb                     Cm 
Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray 

                                            Bb 
I take my case to trial hire the Dream Team  

                                                C7 
Robbie Kardashian Johnnie Cochran I seen things  

                          Ab 
I dream big I think sharp  

             Bb 
Inhale smoke Hawaiian tree bark 


Verse
Cm                                                    Cm 
Humble yourself you not a G keep it one with yourself  

                                                      Cm 
Run to niggas for help favors I keep one on the shelf  

                                                       Cm 
I got rifles with lasers swing it just like the majors  

                                                       Cm 
Hit you right above navel now you swimming in pavement  

                                                Cm 
Gold medals on my neck I call it Michael Phelps  


Hoes settling for less I call 'em bottom shelf 

Cm                                                      Cm 
Niggas tough on them blogs and never did nothing at all  


On the road to the riches bitches not tagging along 


Chorus
Cm                                                   C 
Unless it's ass in a thong hit that ass and I'm gone  

                    Bb                               C 
Disrespect my nigga Boss and I'm flashing the chrome  

                                         C 
I'm waving the Tec Tity spraying the Mac  


Extendos in the back [gonna lap] 

      C                                            Ab 
Got a bitch that look like Laila Ali sitting in my lap 

                Bb 
Got a call from Skateboard pick 'em up at Lax 

C        Cm 
Speaking skateboards where Tune at 

                   Ab                    Bb 
Fuck with him I'll break a skateboard on a nigga back 

    C 
Two Chainz 


Verse

Skateboard on a nigga track 

   C                  Bb 
No lie No Lie already got a plaque 

     Bb 
Mama got a house daughter got accounts 

        Bb 
Just to think a nigga like me started with a ounce 

    C7 
Bad bitches and Dboys we bring 'em out 

               C7                     Bb 
If them niggas pussy we douche 'em we clean 'em out 

         C7 
This the voice of ghetto intelligence if you got work 

C7 
Go to work the work at your residence 

               C7 
For presidents Word to Muhammad that triple beam is heavensent 

C7                                 Bb                   C7 
Riding through the jungles in that mothafuckin elephant  


That's a gray ghost with the ears on it 

C7 
Swimming through the hood like it got fins on it 


Chorus
Cm 
  You know I got that work on the foreman grill 

Ab                    Bb              C 
Weigh the muthafuckas in made another mill' 

            Cm 
Got a nigga feeling like Cassius Clay 

Ab                       Bb                         Cm 
Thrilla in Manilla nigga want it whip his ass today  

                      Cm 
Ali Bomaye Ali Bomaye  

                 Bb                     C7 
Thank God that a nigga seen another day  

           Cm            Ab 
Ali Bomaye   Ali Bomaye  

                    Bb 
Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray 

Cm 
 


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