The Game Ft. Drake, Lifestyle – Come Up [Video y Letra]

[Hook: Drake]
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin’ right here when the sun up
You be gettin’ done up if you niggas try and run up
You livin’ good, go ahead and throw a one up
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin’ right here when the sun up
You be gettin’ done up if you niggas try and run up
You livin’ good, go ahead and throw ya one up
Scream out, blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
I’m like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
It go like blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
I’m like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?

[Verse 1: Game]
My nigga funeral Fab told be back in ’03
Rap ain’t nothin’ but cash, money, bitches, foreign cars and trees
Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
And I know I promised my niggas I’d never leave the block
But, shit changes
I done been through 6 Ranges
Hand on the Eagle, yeah I got them Mike Vick fingas
Throwin’ bullets on par with the accuracy
Hit your whole faculty, like, ain’t nobody jackin’ me
Before you do, you be layin’ in a box
While Jay kiss that ass goodbye, “Mwuah, Lox”
First shot, leave the niggas in shock
That second shot, that’s when that body drop (Ya heard me?)
And niggas still askin’ ’bout Detox
I’ll tell you if you tell me who killed Pac
Aight then, I’m at this Pacquiao fight then, with Tyson
The way he’s stickin’, and movin’ the knife, Floyd might win

[Hook]
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin’ right here when the sun up
You be gettin’ done up if you niggas try and run up
You livin’ good, go ahead and throw a one up
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin’ right here when the sun up
You be gettin’ done up if you niggas try and run up
You livin’ good, go ahead and throw ya one up
Scream out, blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
I’m like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
It go like blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
I’m like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?

[Verse 2: Lifestyle]
Testarossa, keep an extra toaster
It’s Hub city’s finest, they respect the most
My nigga Game do that, my nigga Tiger do that
Heard about the new cat, I whipped the Range through that
I’m in Toronto, Demar got a condo
Sittin’ courtside with Drake, Hector and Rondo
Bitches know my name, it’s Lifestyle, she fuck with that
Dick too big, like my lifestyle, you fuck with that?
Poppin’ champagne, we do the damn thing
Standin’ on the couches, Money Gang, that’s the campaign
B? in my pocket, Obama on my wrist
At the Ronald Reagan airport, yeah, I’m on my shit
Louis Vuitton luggage, peanut butter with the red wheels
Started when the RED Album dropped, yeah, I’m gettin’ head still
In the club, lookin’ past you niggas
These bitches gas them niggas, Drizzy, ask them niggas

[Hook]
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin’ right here when the sun up
You be gettin’ done up if you niggas try and run up
You livin’ good, go ahead and throw a one up
You tryna come up, I am the come up
I be standin’ right here when the sun up
You be gettin’ done up if you niggas try and run up
You livin’ good, go ahead and throw ya one up
Scream out, blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
I’m like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
It go like blat-blatow blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?
I’m like blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow, blat-blat-blatow
How ya like me now?

Game Ft. Drake & Lifestyle - Come Up Lyrics

Drake Ft Lil Wayne – H.Y.F.R. [Video y Letra]

All my exes live in Texas like I’m George strait
Or they go to Georgia state where
Tuition is handled by some random nig*a that live in Atlanta
That she only see when she feels obligated
Admitted it to me the first time we dated
But she was no angel, and we never waited
I took her for sushi, she wanted to fuck
So we took it to go, told them don’t even plate it
And we never talk too much after I blew up
Just only ‘hello’ or ‘happy belated’
And I think I text her and told her I made it
And that’s when she text me and told me she prayed it
And that’s when I text her and told her I love it
And right after texting, told her I’m faded
She asked
What have I learned since getting Richer
I learned working with the negatives could make for better pictures
I learned Hennessey and enemies is one hell of a mixture
Even though it’s fuck*d up, girl, I’m still fucki*g wit ya
Damn, is it the fall
Time for me to revisit the past
Its women to call
There’s albums to drop, there’s liquor involved
There’s stories to tell, we been through it all
Interviews are like confessions
Get the fuck up out my dressing room, confusing me with questions
Like

Do you love this sh*t
Are you high right now?
Do you ever get nervous?
Are you single?
I heard you fuck*d your girl, is it true
You getting money? You think them nig*as you with is wit’ you?
And I say

And I say, hell yeah
Hell yeah, hell yeah
Fuc*in’ right
Fuc*in’ right, all right
And we say, hell yeah
Hell yeah, hell yeah
Fuc*in’ right
Fuc*in’ right, all right

So much for being optimistic
They say love is in the air, so I
Hold my breath until my face turn purple
Keep a few bad bitch*s in my circle
My nuts hang like ain’t no curfew
Bitch if you wave, then I will surf you
I flew jet, she flew commercial
But we still met, later that night
After my session, she came over
I was aggressive, and she was sober
I gave her pills
She started confessing and started undressing
And ask me to hold her
And so I did, but that was last month
And now she’s texting me, asking for closure
Damn
She say this sh*t gon’ catch up to me
I keep tissue paper
We eat each other whenever we at the dinner table
She say she hate that she love me
And she wish I was average
Sh*t, sometimes I wish the same
And I wish she wasn’t married
Promises, I hope I never break ‘em
Met a female dragon, had a fire conversation but
Interviews are like confessions
Get the fuck up out my bedroom confusing me with questions like

Do you love this sh*t?
Are you high right now?
Do you ever get nervous?
Are you single?
I heard you fuck*d your girl, is it true?
You getting money? You think them nig*as you with is wit’ you?

And I say hell yeah
Hell yeah, hell yeah
Fuc*in’ right
Fuc*in right, all right
And we say hell yeah
Hell yeah, hell yeah
Fuc*in’ right
Damn right, all right

And we say hell yeah
Hell yeah, hell yeah
Fuc*in’ right
Fuc*in’ right, all right
And we say hell yeah
Hell yeah, hell yeah
Fuc*in’ right
Damn right, all right
Aw yeah.