The Game

Cruisin' off the coast, off the fumes of my car Fumin' from the fight I just got in at the bar I didn't go to mingle or to make a new friend Just wanted a little whiskey and another woman's man Thought I came to bark, I showed her the bite Her jaw dropped open when I came with the right Should've stepped back, cause you were in too tight And I just want what I came for on this Saturday night Soon thereafter, when she got off the floor I grabbed her man's arm and headed straight for the door She looked a little flustered, but didn't object And didn't want the left hook coming in to connect You can say I'm famous, gorgeous, and rich But I just need to scratch when I'm feelin' the itch I get what I want, cause I'm a bad-ass bitch Your swinging struck out before I threw one pitch There we were, ridin' up the coast, gettin' high Put on the gas, he put his hands on my thigh I say, hold up now, Jack, before I put you in check Pressed my .45 straight to his neck Kicked him out my car, made him walk to the hood Didn't really want him, I had to prove that I could And rappin' that bitch just felt so damn good Put the rubber to the road where he just stood