The Game Ft. Kanye West – Mula Lyrics

(Intro – Kanye West & Sarah Barthel)
Let me know if you’re feeling lonely

(Verse 1 – Game)
Cause ain’t no real ni**as out here
Ye what these ni**as start humming out their mouth with?
Bunch of bulls**t, weak ass albums
Bunch of lil ni**as tryna copy our style
When we originated this
Whole mothaf**king album had hits
That’s why we up in the Ritz
That’s why I’m up in your bi**h, head honcho
Get you killed pronto, wearing red now, El Segundo
Bail long as Alonzo Mourning
Kill a ni**a in his Monte Carlo like Alonzo
Sold records, sold crack, ni**a, recognize
For the record, I’ve been wrecking s**t since 05
No lie, Js on
Take these mothaf**kas off and throw the Ye’s on
Rewind, J’s on
Take these mothaf**kas off and throw the Ye’s on
Yeezy, tell these ni**as that they is slaves
Master want you on red carpet like yesterday
You a house ni**a, I’ma get away though
Come back kill master ass like Django
Most you ni**as just rapping for the fame though
I start rapping to get the f**k out this durango
What goes around comes around how that saying go?
Documentary 2, no 50 keep the change hoe

(Chorus – Kanye West & Sarah Barthel)
Feeling lonely
Let me know if you’re feeling crazy
I guess all that stuff they told me
In my life was extra shady
I should’ve kept em waiting
Say hello to the mula
I’m on top, no lie
Say hello to the mula
I’m on top, good night
Feeling lonely
The night, it swallowed my soul
Let me know if you’re feeling lonely

(Verse 2 – Game & Kanye West)
Back like I never left, ni**a I’m on my second breath
And I got another track from Yeezy
How’d you do that? Like Eric Wright said Eazy
Pull up in my cool whip, I don’t give a f**k about it
Leave it at the valet, I ain’t f**ked up about it
I’ll call an Uber, ni**a, I’ll f**king shoot a ni**a
I got a white bi**h that blow like a tuba, ni**a
I just got a new crib, I just got a new Wraith
I just got cooler than LL Cool J
I just got a new gun, squeeze it like some toothpaste
I, I, aghhk
Spit in the face of a coward
S**t on anybody ever try to take ours
Ye why that ni**a’s face so sour?
Cause that slick mouth got him wet up like a shower
Now what you know about power?
What you know about dreams?
What you know about freestyling verses
Shelter outside of Nike Town without a dollar in your jeans

(Repeat Chorus)

(Outro)
Felicia Chuck, Chuck, Chuck, ni**a I know you see me!
Game: Felicia what the f**k you want?
Felicia: Ooh please can I borrow your car?
Game: Borrow my car? Bi**h are you stupid or something?
Felicia: Well give me a quarter piece then
Game: Bi**h I don’t sell crack no more
Felicia: Well give me some money or something I can take around your brother house and trade
Game: I ain’t got s**t
Felicia: What about this iPod and them Dre Beats, you don’t need that s**t, don’t you know that ni**a or something?
Game: So?
Felicia: Please, I’ll s**k your d**k for this s**t
Game: Bi**h you can have this s**t, I don’t want my d**k s**ked by no mothaf**king smoker
Felicia: Oh okay, thank you then. You know I would have s**ked your d**k for it anyways with your fine ass
Game: Felicia get the f**k away from my car
Felicia: Okay, what is you listening to on this s**t anyway?
Game: Bi**h press play