Ali Bomaye Lyrics ~ Game ft. 2 Chainz & Rick Ross

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Below are the lyrics to Ali Bomaye by Compton rapper The Game, featuring 2 Chainz and MMG boss Rick Ross. The track comes from Game's forthcoming Jesus Piece album, to be released on December 11.

The Game feat. 2 Chainz & Rick Ross ~ Ali Bomaye Lyrics

Get my people out them chains nigga
I mean handcuffs, time to man up
Put my hands up? Fück you saying bro
Cause I'm a black man in a Phantom
Or is it cause my windows tinted
Car cost 300 thou' and I blow Indo' in it
You mad cause your daughter fück with me on Spring break
Well, I'ma fück her till the springs break

{2 Chainz}
Yeah roll another one cause I’m winning
And my four door looking real photogenic
Jam em on the tire, interest that won’t expire
I’m in a class of my own, my teacher got fired
Money getting long, püssy rate keep rising
Versace outfit cost me 3 thousand
From the P houses, did it from the weak hours
Selling that chicken no lemon pepper, no sweet and sour
First you get the power, then you get respect
I’m getting so much money I can buy your bítch
Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it
I like clubs where all the women working naked
Fell in love with a waitress what the fück I’m thinking
Bought that ho a ring it was for her pinky
Uh, that’s pimping that’s slick
Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent

Fück y'all mad at me for
Got a black car and a black Phantom
With a white bítch in Idaho
I do the same thing in (Montana)
Got a thick bítch in Atlanta
Got a redbone in the Chi
Got two chains, they two-tone
Two hundred racks, no lie (true)

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
I'm about to rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!

My lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another case
Fück y'all mad at me for, cause my belt got two G's on it
Her belt got two C's on it, my daughter's stroller got D's on it
Free Big Meech, Free Boosie and C-Murder
Like New Orleans, like Baltimore, come to Compton you'll see murders
And my AR see murders, that's beef nigga no burgers
I'm insane and you Usain, nigga better turn on them burners
Got ghost swimming in that,... bítch... eat buns
Got dope to sell in this hotel, no half price no retail
You a bítch nigga, no female - I smack niggas, Sprewell
I'm on the block like D-12, I got the white, no D 12
Like a little nigga in Africa, I was born toting that K
And that's real shit, no Will Smith and no no...
But they yelling

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Thank God that a nigga seen another day
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Got a chopper and a bottle fück it let em spray

{Rick Ross}
I take my case to trial, hire the Dream Team
Robbie Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran, I seen things
I dream big, I think sharp, inhale smoke, Hawaiian tree bark
Humble yourself, you not a G, keep it one with yourself
Run to niggas for help, favors I keep one on the shelf
I got rifles with lasers, swing it just like the majors
Hit you right above navel, now you swimming in pavement
Gold medals on my neck, I call it Michael Phelps
Hoes settling for less, I call'em bottom shelf
Niggas tough on them blogs and never did nothing at all
On the road to the riches, bítches not tagging along

... ass in a thong, hit that ass and I'm gone
Disrespect my nigga Boss and I'm flashing the chrome
I'm waving the Tec, Tity spraying the Mac
Extendos in the back, gonna lap?
I got a bítch that look like Laila Ali sitting in my lap
Got a call from Skateboard, pick em up at Lax
Speaking skateboards, where Tune at?
Fück with him, I'll break a skateboard on a nigga back
2 Chainz!

{2 Chainz + Game}
Skateboard on a nigga track
No lie, No Lie already got a plaque
Mama got a house, daughter got accounts
Just to think a nigga like me started with a ounce
Bad bítches and D-boys, we bring em out
If them niggas pussy, we douche em, we clean em out
This the voice of ghetto intelligence, if you got work
Go to work, don't work at your residence

For presidents, word to Muhammad
That triple beam is heaven-sent
Riding through the jungles in that motherfücking elephant
That's a gray ghost, with the ears on it
Swimming through the hood like it got fins on it (tell em)
You know I got that work on the foreman grill
Weigh the motherfücker in, made another mill
Got a nigga feeling like Cassius Clay
Thriller in Manilla, nigga want it whip his ass today

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Thank God that a nigga seen another day
Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
Got a chopper and a bottle fück it let em spray

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