Red Bottom Boss Lyrics - California Republic - Game

(Ft. Rick Ross) 

[Verse 1: Game] 

Im about to tear this fuckin track out 

Pretend its Keri Hilson and blow a fuckin back out 

22nd mixtape, half of em diss tapes 

But fuck who I was dissin because I never made a mistake 

Bleek got what he deserved, Jay, I might have been trippin 

I was fallin, I was slippin 

He was Jordan, I thought I was Pippen 

He was winnin, I was losin 

He threw a jab, I started bruisin 

So I threw in the towel just to separate all confusion 

Ivy Blue is beautiful, me sayin thats unusual 

Thats the father in me, dont think Im tryin to be cool with you 

Thug life, Rihanna knuckles, Gucci shirt, designer buckles 

Louis Vuitton billboard, the niggas boy just tryin to hustle 

Poster boy for them drug dealers 

I just want you all to love me 

But I aint handsome, I aint trying to bug niggas 

Yall the Verizon man, Im just gon stand behind yall 

But every now and then, I gotta remind yall 

Related 

Can You Guess The Song By The Emojis? 

Watch Cardi B Joins James Corden For Carpool Karaoke 

Ariana Grande Adds Her Own Verse To "Last Christmas" 

[Verse 2: Game] 

Its that red bottom boss, nigga 

Burgundy Bentley truck, fuck what it cost nigga 

That V12 start up like Ross nigga 

Thats why them hoes call me the boss nigga 

Catch me in the Maybach, where them seats recline way back 

Remember, I had a Rocky for ya, and I aint talkin ASAP 

You know I got that K strap, chopper with the base hat 

If you see tip drillin, King of Diamonds, tell I got like eight stacks 

Ace of Spades by the crates, biatch 

Never lose, like Alexander the Great, biatch 

I only win like Baylor, I run the city like mayors 

Dont make me go dig up them old Chuck Taylors 

Back when me and Snoop was the only ones throwin up gang signs 

Ya niggas wasnt bloods until I cosigned yall 

But yall that Verizon man, Im just gon stand behind yall 

And sometimes I gotta remind yall 

Photos 

[Verse 3: Game] 

Taylor Gang nigga, I aint Wiz doe 

I got that yellow brick road inside my ear lobes 

Playin ice hockey, feelin like Gretzky 

Los Angeles King, and Im who the whole city cheer for 

Niggas throwin subliminals, act like I dont hear those 

I could give yall 100 bars, but you all know yall fear those 

And plus, Im too attached to my lifestyle 

Fuck them Air 1? s, Im too attached to these spikes now 

Louis Vuittons, hard as croutons 

They comfortable like futons 

They suede, grey poupon 

The yellow like Luke on 

The Lakers, he was traded 

But they should have moved that nigga Marion, Gloria move on 

Damn, was that too strong? 

These niggas gettin pooped on 

While I get my Duke on, and crossover like Duhon 

Luke warm, Im too hot, youre too cold 

Im 2Pac, youre too old for hip hop 

Stop. Recognize