"The Hangover" lyrics
(feat. Famous Fresh)
[The Game:]
Y'all know what it is
It's the Purple Tape
Shout-out to my nigga Raekwon
Puttin' out that official shit
But this right here, it's "The Hangover"
It's "The Hangover"
It's "The Hangover"
Yeah, yeah
All purple like the Ravens
Hit you with mixtapes 'til your fuckin' chest cave in
My flow a nightmare, Wes Craven
Get it? The West cravin' my style
I know it's been a while
Naw, nigga it's been a day since I hit you with that purple tape
Niggas know my style, movin' them tracks out
And the R.E.D. Album gon' be worth the wait
Naw, nigga the Earth gon' shake
And Rihanna gon' be hoppin' out of birthday cakes
I'm a trendin' topic, tell these little niggas stop it
Nigga, I'm clockin', let your G-Shock clock it
Just got a Mazi, took it to the shop, dropped it
Slide through the 'hood, 3 ball, side pocket
With my side chick and the hair flip
Like the old Sidekick, the world bumpin' my shit
Oh, didn't think I would make it up here, right
Oh, didn't think I would make it up here, right
Niggas like, "Game, you did this yesterday?" That's right
Matter fact, to be exact, I did it last night
And I can prove it to ya
The Heat lost to the Knicks in Madison Square, nigga, I'm like Google to ya
Watch how I do it to ya
I'm the king, started my own gang, shit. I'm like Larry Hoover to ya
Nah, matter fact, Freddy Krueger to you
This ain't a dream, I'll really put the Ruger to you
Scared how that new shit drop, set up shop
R.E.D. Album gon' drop, them niggas gon' call Koch
Niggas gon' call cops, Chuck Taylor in the buildin'
Can't see the goons, they blend in like chameleons
Rolling Stone said I'm brilliant
Hottest mixtape since Wayne dropped "No Ceilings"
Now I ride around the hood with no ceilings
Everybody in the movies clappin' for the villain
Oh, didn't think I would make it up here, right
Oh, didn't think I would make it up here, right
[Famous Fresh:]
Yeah, comin' from nothin', gettin' money, what you left to do?
Plan to execute or end up a vegetable
We watch the same game but somehow I got the better view
With Chuck help a nigga 'bout to blow like an inner tube
Big blunt smokin', flossin' in my interviews
Two bad bitches naked in my livin' room
Big black Benzes, both of 'em 62s
Bottles on ice, livin' life like supposed to do
Nigga, stop hatin', start congratulatin'
We throwin' paper in the air like we graduated
They say money talk, well check a nigga conversation
Talk so much, Game made a nigga occupation
Yeah, your boy Famous Fresh got skills
While your baby momma blowin' on me like a hot meal
Just another nigga with a attitude
California smoke nigga, live from the avenues, uh
Oh, didn't think I would make it up here, right
Oh, didn't think I would make it up here, right
[The Game:]
Shit is real, it's "The Hangover"
It's "The Hangover", it's "The Hangover"
It's "The Hangover", it's "The Hangover"
It's "The Hangover"
When they say the game over
Do the same thing over
Y'all know what it is
It's the Purple Tape
Shout-out to my nigga Raekwon
Puttin' out that official shit
But this right here, it's "The Hangover"
It's "The Hangover"
It's "The Hangover"
Yeah, yeah
All purple like the Ravens
Hit you with mixtapes 'til your fuckin' chest cave in
My flow a nightmare, Wes Craven
Get it? The West cravin' my style
I know it's been a while
Naw, nigga it's been a day since I hit you with that purple tape
Niggas know my style, movin' them tracks out
And the R.E.D. Album gon' be worth the wait
Naw, nigga the Earth gon' shake
And Rihanna gon' be hoppin' out of birthday cakes
I'm a trendin' topic, tell these little niggas stop it
Nigga, I'm clockin', let your G-Shock clock it
Just got a Mazi, took it to the shop, dropped it
Slide through the 'hood, 3 ball, side pocket
With my side chick and the hair flip
Like the old Sidekick, the world bumpin' my shit
Oh, didn't think I would make it up here, right
Oh, didn't think I would make it up here, right
Niggas like, "Game, you did this yesterday?" That's right
Matter fact, to be exact, I did it last night
And I can prove it to ya
The Heat lost to the Knicks in Madison Square, nigga, I'm like Google to ya
Watch how I do it to ya
I'm the king, started my own gang, shit. I'm like Larry Hoover to ya
Nah, matter fact, Freddy Krueger to you
This ain't a dream, I'll really put the Ruger to you
Scared how that new shit drop, set up shop
R.E.D. Album gon' drop, them niggas gon' call Koch
Niggas gon' call cops, Chuck Taylor in the buildin'
Can't see the goons, they blend in like chameleons
Rolling Stone said I'm brilliant
Hottest mixtape since Wayne dropped "No Ceilings"
Now I ride around the hood with no ceilings
Everybody in the movies clappin' for the villain
Oh, didn't think I would make it up here, right
Oh, didn't think I would make it up here, right
[Famous Fresh:]
Yeah, comin' from nothin', gettin' money, what you left to do?
Plan to execute or end up a vegetable
We watch the same game but somehow I got the better view
With Chuck help a nigga 'bout to blow like an inner tube
Big blunt smokin', flossin' in my interviews
Two bad bitches naked in my livin' room
Big black Benzes, both of 'em 62s
Bottles on ice, livin' life like supposed to do
Nigga, stop hatin', start congratulatin'
We throwin' paper in the air like we graduated
They say money talk, well check a nigga conversation
Talk so much, Game made a nigga occupation
Yeah, your boy Famous Fresh got skills
While your baby momma blowin' on me like a hot meal
Just another nigga with a attitude
California smoke nigga, live from the avenues, uh
Oh, didn't think I would make it up here, right
Oh, didn't think I would make it up here, right
[The Game:]
Shit is real, it's "The Hangover"
It's "The Hangover", it's "The Hangover"
It's "The Hangover", it's "The Hangover"
It's "The Hangover"
When they say the game over
Do the same thing over
