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God Speed Lyrics

from California Republic

"God Speed" is track #1 on the album California Republic.
"God Speed" is track #1 on the album California Republic.

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When you hear that sound, you already know what time it is

I Only Drop classics and we back again with another one

The duo you love to hate, live from Los Angeles The Game, I am DJ SKEE

I just want y'all to understand what I'm about to do
Keep it gangsta in this Luis Vuitton designer suit
In front of club Liv stunnin' in that Masi coupe
Then we're gonna check China see what King of Diamonds do
Pass the kush to A.R. when I recline the roof
That nigga get down for me like I'm about to shoot
Tell em' its Money Gang my nigga Sonic real, and Kid Red be running trains like a monorail
Introduce you to my team niggas you need to know, we popping spades the bottles look like CP3O
Blowing that loud security telling us to keep it low
But when you pay me for a walk through this is what you need to know
We smoking all night Kev got a handle for me and tell the owner that 12 bottles is mandatory
And we gon' need a few Cirocs and them Gooses too
Same go for Green house and Dream down in Huston too
Watching Malaya eating shrimp while I throw these ones
Jazz drunk as fuck cause every time I look he show his gun
Every time we at the strip club he got the coldest one
Surrounded by killas cause J-Prince knows his son
And I'm aight with that cause Rap-A-Lot my fam and every time J ask me can I dot dot? Yeah I can
Cause he been looking out for me before the Drake co-sign, and I was there when him and Tune heard that Drake was gon' sign
But look at Drake now every time that I need something he do it and say [Drake] "Game holla if you need something"
And thats loyalty in an industry thats full of snakes where niggas send a bottle to your table just to show their face
And bitches standing looking pretty just to get a glass of Ace, most of these hoes dumb it ain't nothing but an ass and face
But if you are the ones thats lucky enough to stand up on this couch make sure as soon as we hop in that Phantom you got them titties out
I hate you fake hoes I swear I hate you fake hoes, your fake ass your fake nose you never gon' be J-Lo
Nicki put you on that Mike Kors got you thinking that you on the right course to fuck the nigga in that white Porsche
But I got news for you, got a wifey and three kids at home and I can't even start to count how many times we've been to Rome
My oldest kid is 10 and some my youngest got his tennis on and you ain't never seen a 4 year old swaggin in his Foams
Now they wanna be him cause he rocking colosseums used to rock it for the fiends now he rock with Europeans
All out in Dublin with them green bottles bubbling, twins I call double men they calling me by my government
I swear to god that I'm loving it I'm on the beach with Miss Dominican Republic even she surprised that she sucking it
But don't be surprised that I'm fucking never cuffing always puffin' these bitches know who they fucking with
I'm the fucking shit, handsome ass nigga fuck with me I'll fuck with her you gonna need ransom cash nigga
Now cancel that nigga like my Black Berry service don't believe none of you niggas till them plaques start servicing
Niggas get nervous when we hop out them Suberbans get to tying red rags around our head like they turbans
After niggas murk em' I'm behind the Phantoms curtains headed to Greystone my alibi is this Persian her alibi is this Asian I call that a persuasion from Hollywood lock up to yelling out bring the spades in
Dumb bitch right here wanna know why the bottle green, I'm something like them golf niggas I done seen alot of green
640 Mill bout to play the lottery a rich nigga can't win twice? don't lie to me
Cause I'm Donald Trumppin Feds trying to eye on me ain't no limit in spending this money I'm bout it bout it B
I'm who these new rappers trying to be every new nigga that says 'five' becomes a prodigy
And you should honor me. Hang my jersey up? Sure! we got a situation nigga Jersey shore
Know I'm bout my occupation know I'm bout fucking these hoes know I rock them Louboutins and smoke till its stuck on my clothes
And I got your girl in her comfortable clothes I'm bout to take her lower whats right under the point of my nose
Its money gang bitch now watch my company blow, and go from a hot logo to something you know
I'm in the Maserati Jordans punching the floor and you can act like you don't nigga...but....

Either I'm going too fast or doing too much, shut it down all the time when I'm in the club
OoOOoOOo, oOooOOo
Yeah I'm always in the zone chilling with a bad bitch and she got nothing on yeah I'm gonna do it, shut it down
Yeah I'm going too fast, so fast....

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