The Game ● No Smoke At The Polo Lounge

[Intro: The Game]
Had a shorty in the studio the other night from Gothenburg, Sweden
Asked me 'cause she asked my champagne
She looked surprised when I said, "Yeah"
I told her, "Look baby, in here Veuve Clicquot is like Sprite, that's all...⇣ More

[Intro: The Game]
Had a shorty in the studio the other night from Gothenburg, Sweden
Asked me 'cause she asked my champagne
She looked surprised when I said, "Yeah"
I told her, "Look baby, in here Veuve Clicquot is like Sprite, that's all you, you got all the wrong niggas in the right room, ya heard?"

[Verse 1: The Game]
I got the Devil tap dancing on my shoulder, don't I?
Got them Angel wings on the [?] Roster, won't I?
Up the FN like it's Fin', I move the section like [?]
Move around the hood on niggas likе they move my papers to Gеffen
My reflection remind me of a nigga from the 'Chi steppin'
Glock, Kevin Hart complexion
We bang shots in every direction
Clean up our messes, remove suppressors
You ever had a bullet removed from the inside of your motherfuckin' intestines?
Homie, don't you know we make no mistakes?
We OD with the Dracs like OB, break
Compton niggas get the cake, wait
Bompton niggas get the cake, weigh it on scales
All else fails, we put the packs on whales
We like Chanel, you'll never get this Crack on sale
We cut the rat from its tail if that pack go stale
Somebody? Anybody? Catch a body




[Chorus: Jeremih]
I [?], seen it all in my dreams
Heard some talks in my [?]
Fear some things I ain't seen
I [?], don't mind me but my [?]
Pray they want no smoke, no
If it's me I want smoke
Ooh, ooh Lord
If it's me I want smoke, oh

[Verse 2: The Game]
Catch you in my crosshairs, you better have God with you
This is Death Row, I hope Suge and all them niggas form the mob with you
I got this bitch on me, she just wanna vibe with you
I ain't gonna lie, your bitch with you, shit, she might just die with you
Your thought, it was ride, or— Nevermind, I'm so ahead of time
Tomorrow at three, I shot at yo' parents seven times
Ain't no scope on this motherfucker, the TEC is blind
Disrespectin' mine, chopper eat a nigga, Jeffery Dahmer
The guns is on the bitches, I let 'em pat me down
Everytime, then the second time
Distract 'em knowin' that she the next in line
Walk up on you NBA YoungBoy's like, "This section mine"
And fuck the opps, we got the club surrounded like a hexagon
My opps is every nigga in the [?]
Mr. Morale And The Big Steppers, yeah
Hopefully right now you on your ten billionth play, KDot, what's up?

[Chorus: Jeremih]

I [?], seen it all in my dreams
Heard some talks in my [?]
Fear some things I ain't seen
I [?], don't mind me but my [?]
Pray they want no smoke, no
If it's me I want smoke
Ooh, ooh Lord
If it's me I want smoke, oh

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