wouldn’t get far lyrics – game

(feat. kanye west)
[sample:]
for you baby, i’d find you [x4]
[verse 1: the game + sample repeats: “wouldn’t get far, far, far, far” and “for you baby, i’d find you”]
i done been around the world, been around the block
been around hoes that f*cked biggie and pac
like vida guerrera, *ss took her to the top
she’ll give you some brains, you let her throw up the roc
let her put on your chain, she’ll throw you some c*ck
picture that, like megan good and jamie foxx
hype said “it’s a wrap”, she still on the set
puttin’ oil on her legs, like she gloria velez
she was eye candy in the double xl
hopped of the page and on the skateboard with pharrell
i knew she (wouldn’t get far)
’cause five hundred dollars can’t get you that (far)
how you get that (far)?
and all these new video b*tches tryna be melyssa ford
but they don’t know melyssa ford drive a honda accord
she a video vixen, but behind close doors
she do whatever it take to get to the grammy awards
haha
[hook: the game + sample, {kanye west}]
(you wouldn’t get far, far, far)
f*ckin’ them rap stars
you know who you are,
put your hands up ladies
(you wouldn’t get far)
if you kept your legs closed
(it would be just a waste of time)
but you know
(you wouldn’t get far, far, far)
f*ckin’ them rap stars
you know who you are
i wrote this song for you
(for you baby, i’d find you) [x2]
for you {for you}, and you (uh)
for all y’all
[verse 2: kanye west + sample repeats: “wouldn’t get far, far, far, far” and “for you baby, i’d find you”]
pop quiz, how many topless, black foxes
did i have under my belt, like boxers
not to brag, but, if it add up, one two
n*gg* that’s mad nuts, game you mad nuts
how you gonna call out all these
b*tches knowin’ d*mn well they gonna call me
the only dream of the ghetto prom queen
was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen
maybe get chose by a n*gg* from a team
head so good he don’t ask for a pre… nup
now ask your self this question, uh
would you be with jay-z if he wasn’t ceo
would you be with f-a-b-o, if he drove an eo
would you ride with ne-yo, if he was in a geo
well why the h*ll you think these b*tches comin’ at me for?
but since they all fall in my palm, i’ll take a trio
[hook: the game + sample]
(you wouldn’t get far, far, far)
f*ckin’ them rap stars

you know who you are,
put your hands up baby
(you wouldn’t get far)
if you kept your mouth closed
(it would be just a waste of time)
but you know
(you wouldn’t get far, far, far)
f*ckin’ them rap stars
you know who you are
i wrote this song for you
(for you baby, i’d find you) [x2]
for you, and you
for all y’all
[verse 3: the game + sample repeats: “wouldn’t get far, far, far, far” and “for you baby, i’d find you”]
i done have my share of b*tches with long hair
short ‘do like kelis, a halle, and boomerang, yea
i been around the block in a bentley, drop top
on miami beach when lil’ kim was f*ckin’ with scott
i got the scoop on hoopz, whatever the case
she let you spray in her face, as long as you bathin’ apes
and ain’t n*body tryna take beyonce from jay
but i know a b*tch named super head, f*cked back in the day
the things n*gg*s do when p*ssy sittin’ on they face
stab un in the stomach
she musta had a p*ssy like wonder woman
on that superhero sh*t, fly as gabrielle union
in the back of my six, fo’ impala
forget the double d’s, i put ’em right in your face
like that model b*tch tecorra
and she ain’t win the show, but she ridin in that gelatta
that’s why i f*ck ’em today then forget ’em tomorrow
[hook: the game + sample]
(you wouldn’t get far, far, far)
f*ckin’ them rap stars
you know who you are,
put your hands up ladies
(you wouldn’t get far)
if you kept your legs closed
(it would be just a waste of time)
but you know
(you wouldn’t get far, far, far)
f*ckin’ them rap stars
you know who you are
i wrote this song for you
(for you baby, i’d find you) [x2]
for you, and you
for all y’all
[outro: the game talking]
god d*mn, you know what i’m sayin’?
i was sittin’ back and watchin’ kanye video
and i see the same b*tch that was in the homeboy busta rhyme’s video
then i flipped the motherf*ckin’ channel, checkin’ out my uncle snoop dogg’s video
and i see the same b*tch that was in my video
you know what i’m sayin’?
and then, you know what i’m sayin’, to make that even more f*cked up
i’m watchin’ oprah coverin’ hurricane katrina
i see the same b*tch on oprah, floatin’ away on the hood of a camry,
that was in the n*gg* lil’ weezy video
i mean, d*mn! everywhere i look, everywhere i go, i see the same hoes
don’t get mad, i’m only bein’ real… yea

/ game lyrics