Drug Test
by Game

Album: The R.E.D. Album (2011)
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  • I'm in this mothafucker doing what I wanna
    Ten bottles, teb bitches, go with my persona
    Pull up in that Enzo then I do donuts
    I'm that cool, cashews, make 'em all go nuts
    (Baby got ass, I need me a shot of that
    Lil mama get gangsta for me, stuff it in your Prada bag)
    That's right, she's got something that I wanna see
    That's right, so if she leave, she fucking with me
    That's life, twerk something, work something, hurt something
    She wanna check, check this shit out like a verse coming
    They rip their neck and run their mouth when they heard something
    Dre dropped another one and fucked around and murdered something
    Club filled with dead bodies
    If not then you a zombie, I'm not gonna feel sorry
    You pass out from it, get drunk, get blunted
    Do what you wanna do, drug test on you

    Lotta money when I talk
    Big mills, big deals 'bout a hundred in a vault
    Sit still, that real, lotta haters throw salt
    They lost big Game give a fuck how you feel
    I fear she just might just pop that pill
    And feel on me all night till the tip spill
    Tip scales with her waistline, sex with the bass line
    She gon' fuck a snare drum one drink at a time

    Blow right, hoes fight over my name
    I got my dough right, hustle running all in my veins
    It's forty days, forty nights if I'm making it rain
    I reign supreme, a bottle and some bomb-ass weed and we good

    If you got drugs in this motherfucker
    Let me see your hands in the air
    Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us
    So let's get high off something
    High of something, high of something
    'til your mothafucking brain don't function
    High of something, high of something

    Fireworks when I spark, yellow tape
    Lotta chalk thought you said you a boss
    Big deal, bitch chill, pulling out that black card
    Showin' off big spendin', letting alcohol spill
    I feel she might just get too faded
    X-rated that's what I like glad that you made it
    To this ceremony at hand, take a sip lets plan
    For the future, introduce you to Snoop get you right and

    May I, kick a little something for G's and
    Make a few ends as I breeze through?
    The shit on my hip is a fucking preview
    And guess what it lead to

    If you got drugs in this motherfucker
    Let me see your hands in the air
    Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us
    So let's get high off something
    High of something, high of something
    'til your mothafucking brain don't function
    High of something, high of something

    Yeah DJ Khalil lets go

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