Game - Out Of Towner (Lyrics)

Game - Out Of Towner (Lyrics)





[Verse 1:]
Sitting on the subway, they looking like who is that?
The boy gutter all hood New York sewer rat
You can never mase me, where Cuda at
They love me out in Harlem like a 10 dollar... sack
I spit that ill street blues, yeah Kool G Rap
But my style is B.I.G., where the Cool G's at
I said my style is big, my ligher...
As I skip to the next track on supreme clientele
Goes to manhattan, seat reclined in the Aston
Time for glasses cause New York is into fashion
Madison Square Garden feeling like Spike Lee squares Jordans
You squares ain't important fresh to death, my gear's in the coffin
Why that nigga coughing, blowing that sour diesel I don't be here that often

[Chorus:]
Riding on the 8 train, listen to Ghostface
I'm just riding on the 8 train, listen to Ghostface
Riding on the 8 train, listen to Ghostface
I'm just riding on the 8 train, listen to Ghostface

[Verse 2:]
Pull up in that dead rose hop out number 9's or 11's
You niggas is copy cats, my style is patterned leather
Westside or this side think I ain't packing never
And all I do is win, 72 and 10 ball like Mike Scotty, Dennis Rodman and them
7 4 Chevelle, niggas riding in them
Killers from Cabrini Green I was riding with them
And even get coke jacked ain't common to him
Keep thinking you Larry Hoover that line that had you shook
That's that crack music nigga, forgot I was on the hook
GD's, Vice Laws, four corner hustlers,
Latin kings, MCs, all of 'em fuck with us
Blowing trees like the windy city,
Nigger, I blow trees in the windy city

[Chorus:]
Riding on the L train, listen to Kanye
I'm just riding on the L train, listen to Kanye
I'm just riding on the L train, listen to Kanye
Said I'm riding on the L train, listen to Kanye

[Verse 3:]
I've been in Little Haiti
First forty eighty
Ain't nothing about to go down, nigga my...
And ever since they locked my nigger's o down
Everything slowed down, but my nigger Ross is on
The homie Khaled put the bosses on
We blowing orange like the dolphins' song
And we don't floss the chrome we turn that wildcat...
That new era fly off the dome
I'm about to take my talents to south beach,
I don't even go to the games, but got heat
Ain't no tricking daddy, I take a pistol get some Cuban food
Have a couple mojitos then fuck her like a Cuban do
Riding down... in the newest coupe, Flo Rida on the place they think i'm Uncle Luke
Nigga Tony montana, who the fuck is you?
I'm the old west side...

[Chorus:]
Riding in the fast lane, listening to Rozay
I'm just riding in the fast lane, listening to Rozay
Riding in the fast lane, listening to Rozay
I'm just riding in the fast lane, listening to Rozay