Mula

The Game

Album The Documentary 2

Produced by Sevn Thomas and Kanye West
Intro: Kanye West + Sarah Barthel

Let me know if you’re feelin’ lonely

Verse 1: The Game

‘Cause ain’t no real niggas out here
Ye what these niggas start hummin’ out their mouth with?
Bunch of bullshit, weak ass albums
Bunch of lil’ niggas tryna copy our style
When we originated this, whole motherfuckin’ album had hits
That’s why we up in the Ritz
That’s why I’m up in your bitch, head honcho
Get you killed pronto, wearin’ red now, El Segundo
Bail long as Alonzo Mourning
Kill a nigga in his Monte Carlo like Alonzo
Sold records, sold crack, nigga, recognize
For the record, I’ve been wreckin’ shit since ’05
No lie, J’s on
Take these motherfuckas off and throw the Ye’s on
Rewind, J’s on
Take these motherfuckas off and throw the Ye’s on
Yeezy, tell these niggas that they is slaves
Master want you on red carpet like yesterday
You a house nigga, I’ma get away though
Come back kill master ass like Django
Most you niggas just rapping for the fame though
I start rapping to get the fuck out this durango
What goes around comes around, how that saying go?
Documentary 2, no 50, keep the change hoe

Hook: Kanye West + Sarah Barthel

Feelin’ lonely
Let me know if you’re feelin’ crazy
I guess all that stuff they told me
In my life was extra shady
I should’ve kept ’em waitin’
Say hello to the mula
I’m on top, no lie
Say hello to the mula
I’m on top, good night

Verse 2: The Game & Kanye West

Back like I never left, nigga I’m on my second breath
And I got another track from Yeezy
How’d you do that? Like Eric Wright said Eazy
Pull up in my cool whip, I don’t give a fuck about it
Leave it at the valet, I ain’t fucked up about it
I’ll call an Uber, nigga, I’ll fuckin’ shoot a nigga
I got a white bitch that blow like a tuba, nigga
I just got a new crib, I just got a new Wraith
I just got cooler than LL Cool J
I just got a new gun, squeeze it like some toothpaste
I, I, (aghhhhk)
Spit in the face of a coward
Shit on anybody ever try to take ours
Ye why that nigga’s face so sour?
Cause that slick mouth got him wet up like a shower
Now what you know about power?
What you know about dreams?
What you know about freestylin’ versus each other
Shelter outside of Nike Town without a dollar in your jeans

Hook: Kanye West + Sarah Barthel

Feelin’ lonely
Let me know if you’re feelin’ crazy
I guess all that stuff they told me
In my life was extra shady
I should’ve kept ’em waitin’
Say hello to the mula
I’m on top, no lie
Say hello to the mula
I’m on top, good night

Outro

Felicia

Chuck! Chuck! Chuck! Nigga I know you see me!

Game

Felicia what the fuck you want?

Felicia

Ooh please can I borrow your car?

Game

Borrow my car? Bitch are you stupid or somethin’?

Felicia

Well give me a quarter piece then

Game

Bitch I don’t sell crack no more

Felicia

Well give me some money or something I can take around your brother house and trade

Game

I ain’t got shit

Felicia

What about this iPod and them Dre Beats, you don’t need that shit, don’t you know that nigga or somethin’?

Game

So?

Felicia

Please, I’ll suck your dick for this shit

Game

Bitch you can have this shit, I don’t want my dick sucked by no motherfuckin’ smoker

Felicia

Oh okay, thank you then. You know I would have sucked your dick for it anyways with your fine ass

Game

Felicia get the fuck away from my car

Felicia

Okay, what is you listenin’ to on this shit anyway?

Game

Bitch press play

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