Hard Liquor (Ft the Game)

Dre you must've been of the Hennessy when you did this my Nigga

Is there anymore hard liquor

Make sure that it's mixed and twisted with a little bit of lemon juice on ice, on ice, on ice, Yeah

You know me I turn them 40 bottles upside down

Like niggas with dead homies till it's empty like my four pound

Niggas thinkin I'm drunk

Reach for my N.W.A chain and get your ass beat with the pump

Tell security it's Game plus 50

And he probably gets fucked up every night like Bobby did Whitney

Fuck poppin' Cristal

I got a bottle of Henny

Me and my nine stay together like Hardaway and Lil Penny

I ain't here so you can ask about Em or Dre

I came to see some bitches shake their ass like Beyoncé

So let me be Hov' for a minute

Get up in your ho for a minute

And you could be my ho for a minute

Like I'm Diddy

Be J-Lo for a minute

From the windows to the wall gettin' low while I'm in it

All I gotta do is hit em with a Jay-Z line

Like you deserve to be my sunshine

See her on the Floor

She's sexy

Tell her where the af-

Ter party is

But make sure that you see her friends before

Before, before, mmmmmmmmhhh

I'll spend a hundred dollars take a bitch to the hyatt

Then treat her like Busta like her ass on fire

I'm a gangsta ma

I wanna see you wiggle your butt cheeks both hands round your ankles ma

All I wanna see is ass and titties

Shake it like they do in magic city

With T.I. in that mothafucka

I'm like 50, be high in this motha fucka

You see them gold D's on that Porsche Truck

I show you how gangstas fuck

My .45 to the back of your weak

Both of your arms in handcuffs

Take a bottle of Cisco to the head

See how you like getting fucked with a pistol to your head

Tell ya girls I fucked your brains out

We can do a manage-a-trois, pull the whips and chains out

I tear that frame out

I ain't no stunt man

I pull that range out

See her on the Floor

"BITCH"

She's sexy

Tell her where the af-

Ter party is

But make sure that you see her friends before

Before, before, mmmmmmmmhhh

I got 40's like the liquor store

Pour it on your weave like that bitch in the G-Thang video

You look wet, let me help you out your Von Dutch's

I know you used to niggas spinning but tonight I'm fucking

The truck stop, the rims spin, I know they hate me fuck em

It's killa Cali nigga haters come a dime a dozen

Load em shells then I get drunk pissy

This bottle of Hennessy got me wanting to fuck Missy

I'm a gangsta I can turn that bitch out

Play with her pussy then drop extasy in her crystal

60 seconds later I'm kicking that bitch out

Then ride down the show with the .45th out

Stop at the store

That bitch emptied my Cris out

Give me 50 feet or I'll empty this clip out

Niggas wanna know what this LA shit 'bout

Just visit when the Bloods and Crips' out

Is there anymore any more hard liquor

Make sure that it's mixed and twisted with a little bit of lemon juice

On ice, on ice, on ice, Yeah