Good Girls Gone Bad Lyrics - Game

Since Big aint here, I'mma do it for T'yanna 

And put roses on the grave for Kanye's mama 

This for all the lost girls locked up in the pen 

All the girls that hold it down, gettin' beat on by their man 

Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10 

We don't beat on Kat Stacks we just bring it to an end 

And we don't wanna see Nicki fighting Lil Kim 

There's missin' women out there, let's just focus on them 

This song is dedicated to Natalee Holloway 

I feel for her Daddy, so I wrote this on Fathers Day 

I know she gone, but she aint far away 

I just had a daughter, pass me that cigar 'Ye 

I'm about to tell a story, everybody parlay 

Sit back, listen while I kick it, the Compton Boulevard way 

My daddy used to beat up on my mama all day 

So I took my chronic out and slept in the hallway 

I learned this the hard way 

When police came our way, my daddy had his act on 

Like it never happened: (Broadway) 

Plus I was kinda scared to keep it real with you 

Now my mama good, nigga, she ain't gotta deal wit' ya 

You want some money? Nigga I aint get a deal wit' ya 

You aint sayin' nothin', you like a still picture 

You better thank God you still breathing air cause 

You coulda went out, like ya boy Steve McNair 

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Don't make the good girls go bad, no 

Don't make the good girls go bad, no (I, wont) 

If you dont, you gon' really love us (I said I wont) 

Please don't use us, don't 

Good evening, I'm in Chicago at the Elysian 

With some girls that say they models, but hmm... I don't believe 'em 

Who's still gettin' tested? 

Wheres all the women at, could still remember who they slept with? 

Where's all the girls too busy studying to make the guest list? 

But when you do go out, you still working with what you was blessed with 

Do it girl, I'll be your King, be a Queen Latifah 

I love ya ass like Milhouse love Lisa 

I love ya ass like the ninja turtles love pizza 

Ironically enough, you something I want a piece of 

You got it girl, this song remind me of Kat from Philly 

A girl I used to love but still she started acting silly 

Her hearts a lil' chilly, she a little too carefree 

In 10 years, who's paying for all that therapy 

Umm, nigga not me! 

Yeah, I'm probably not the man you take me for 

But I bet I could be if you make me yours 

Most of the shit I say is true 

When I'm done with bad bitches I'm coming straight to you 

Good girl 

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Don't make the good girls go bad, no 

Don't make the good girls go bad, no 

If you dont, you gon' really love us 

Please don't use us, don't 

Drizzy, I'm sittin here watchin' Basketball Wives 

Like ugh, them is basketball wives? 

Only cute one, Gloria, thats my nigga Matt Barnes chick 

Can't swim in that poon fool, thats a crucial conflict 

Never sleep with the wife of niggas you eat with 

And never buy a chick a bag on the first day 

Or pop a bottle with her on her birthday 

And tell her ass, get on 

That type of shit'll get you spit on 

I don't hit on girls, I just hit on girls 

Like "hey lil mama, come in Game and Drizzy world" 

"Get busy girl, drink that Rose til you dizzy girl" 

She walking round the club all lost like "where is he, girl?" 

He on the top of the charts next to Beyonce 

Right under Kanye, so let the Dom spray 

Thats your girl, nigga go on make her cry 

Soon as you do, I'm pulling up in that Porsche, like "Lets ride" 

Don't make the good girls go bad, no 

Don't make the good girls go bad, no 

If you dont make the good girls go bad, no 

Don't make the good girls go bad, no 

If you dont, you gon' really love us 

Please don't use us, don't 

Word on the news stand, Alicia got herself a man 

And thats my nigga Swizzy, know you see Game and Drizzy 

Surrounded by them diamonds, Imma cold mackin 

Nigga its a cold climate, don't ask me where the crime went 

Just tell me where them dimes went 

So I can get em fitted, 

let em beat a bridesmaid at the wedding for my niggas 

Yeah I'm married to the game 

And she married to my chain, watching Boys In The Hood 

Let's take a drive down memory lane.