"Ya Heard" lyrics

"Ya Heard"
(feat. Ludacris)

[The Game (Sample):]
Yeah
(Don't you hear?)
California, New York
Chi-Town know how I get it down (Don't you hear the sound?)
M.I.A., ATL, what's up? (Sound)
Houston, Frisco (Said, don't you hear the sound?)
Detroit get money just like N.O., yeah (Don't you hear?)
Yeah (Don't you hear the sound, sound?)

[The Game:]
You see that cherry-red Phantom on them big-ass wheels
You see I be playing with them cars, I'm like a big-ass kid
Crazy with that cap gun, so if we play "Cops and Robbers"
I'll show you how to pop revolvers
Fitted cap too big, so it cover my eyes
That Lambo? That ain't shit, just a public disguise
And that top model chick, she for the diamond lane
And I be driving all crazy 'cause my diamond chain is (Bright)
As them Las Vegas lights
It be the same in California when I'm riding at night
In New York, I be in Midtown, up and down Broadway
Having meetings all day, baby, my future is (Bright)
As LeBron's, take off on anybody
Tyra Banks on my arm and we'll crash any party, yeah
"Making it rain" ain't got shit on me
The way I ball, the fucking owner should come sit on me
Yeah, I'm fresh out of jail, you should've knew I was back
Turn on the radio, it's a rap

[Sample (Ludacris):]
Don't you hear?
Don't you hear the sound, sound? (Bright)
Said don't you hear the sound?
Just touched down at L-A-X! Luda!
Don't you hear? (Bright)
That's right, what up Game?
Don't you hear the sound, sound?
He-he-he-h, fresh out huh? (Bright)

[Ludacris:]
Don't you hear it? That nigga named Luda (Woo!)
Slicker than Rick the Ruler, whoop ass like Lex Luger (Yeah)
My money long; your shit is shorter than Oompa Loompas
And I'll Superman-"YOU!" that ass like Lex Luthor (Ha-ha-ha, bright)
Shoot you then say, "Me gusta". I'll take you to meet ya maker
My dick's the Staples Center, I'll take you to see the Lakers, swoosh! (Woo!)
On that Cali kush, smoking like a muffler
So many red flags I coulda swore I was in Russia (Bright)
Game! I got the fame and the fortune, Compton is scorching
Get rid of bullets (Oh!), my gun keeps having abortions
I ain't having it (Nope), see 'em in the dead zone
Fake dope boys is more bass up in my headphones (Bright, ha-ha-ha)
Adjust your treble, I'm heavier than metal
My verses are hot as shit, like I recorded with the Devil (Woo)
I'm on another level, they stuck on the elevator (Yeah)
And I'm about to blow this bitch—Game, press the detonator, like— (Woo!)
Fresh out of Georgia, ya heard I was back
Turn off the radio, it's a rap

[Sample:]
Don't you hear? (Bright)
Don't you hear the sound, sound? (Bright)
Said don't you hear the sound?
Don't you hear? (Bright)
Don't you hear the sound, sound? (Bright)

[The Game:]
See, I come from the bottom, and they call me The Game
But I'm just happy that Beyonce know my name
I took that Dr. Dre money and I bought me chain
Then I bought me a house, then I bought me a Range
Then I bought me some pussy, then I bought me some brains
But I ain't buyin' that the best rappers is Kanye and Wayne
See both of them niggas spit, but y'all act like you don't hear me spit
Like sellin' seven million records ain't the shit (Bright)
I don't win no Grammys, nigga I'm too gangster
And popping Cristal with Irv, don't make me a wanksta
See I'm California certified, my niggas make the murder rise
Read my fan mail in jail, Buck told Curtis, "Bye" (Bright)
So I'ma break it down, for them niggas in the South
Slow it down, put this Rolls Phantom grill in my mouth
Throw the Prada slippers on, when I walk in my house
P. Diddy and Tommy Lee know what I'm talking about (Bright)
See I'm fresh out of jail, I know you heard I was back
Turn up the radio, it's a rap

[Sample:]
Don't you hear?
Don't you hear the sound, sound?
Said don't you hear the sound?
Don't you hear?
Said don't you hear the sound?


Writer(s): Christopher Brian Bridges, Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Dominick Lamb, Maurice Benjamin Cenac
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