The Blues

The Blues - Young Buck/The Game

I give niggas the blues

Like an la County jumpsuit

Hop inside the phantom like the ni**a donald trump do

And just cruise control until I lose control

These rubberband tires sittin' on 2's and 4's

I pick and choose my foes

And with abusive flows I set traps so no rat can climb

Through his hole

Touch my chedder bring out beretta's

Try'na floss be a boss

We do six hundred or better

Chopping up raw lettuce

My b**ch got a coke fetish

Still a fan 'cause she runnin' through lines like jerome bettis

Iced out coogi sweater air ones louis checker belt

Got me swimmin' through these b**ches like mike phelps

Drop top phantom so the world know I'm hazin'

Catch contact high while I listen to miles davis

Lay my head back and just cruise

Tommy turn down the muthaf**kin' bass and give niggas the blues

Yeah I give niggas the blues blues

Drumma boy adjust the bass and give niggas the blues

Blues

I give niggas the blues blues

I give niggas you know what I do your boss

Aha I give niggas the blues

Been through it

The picture you see now I drew it

Service myself change the oil and transmission fluid

Mel gibson on these hoes on these 24s

I'm still the truth in this game full of pinnocchio's hey

Filed bankrupt like what you gon' take next from me

Then I bought a 'Vette for me call it irs money

It's money power respect

Lil' buddy you wrong

Respect power and money

Now what the f**k is you on

This a dessert storm I get my clue on

Standin' in a room full of bloods with my blue on

Revolver on my waist but the barrel on it too long

Can't even f**kin' move I ain't used to havin' no suit on

I'm doin' what I do do

Y'all done think I moved on

With or without a crew

My bills is still due on the first like you

Pull up in anything b**ch I'm bb king

And I break the rules

I will give niggas the blues

I give niggas the blues

Take drumma boy beat and give niggas the blues

I give niggas the blues

Yeah