Drug Test - The Game, DJ Infamous Haze

I’m in this mothafucker doing what I wanna

10 bottles, 10 bitches go with my persona

Pull up in that Enzo then I do donuts

I’m that cool, cashews, make 'em all go nuts

(Baby got ass, I need me a shot of that

Lil mama get gangsta for me, stuff it in your Prada bag)

That’s right, she’s got something that I wanna see

That’s right, so if she leave, she fucking with me

That’s life, twerk something, work something, hurt something

She wanna check, check this shit out like a verse coming

They rip their neck and run their mouth when they heard something

Dre dropped another one and fucked around and murdered something

Club filled with dead bodies

If not then you a zombie, I’m not gonna feel sorry

You pass out from it, get drunk, get blunted

Do what you wanna do, drug test on you

Lotta money when I talk

Big mills, big deals ‘bout a hundred in a vault

Sit still, that real, lotta haters throw salt

They lost big Game give a fuck how you feel

I fear she just might just pop that pill

And feel on me all night till the tip spill

Tip scales with her waistline, sex with the bassline

She gon' fuck a snare drum one drink at a time

Blow right, hoes fight over my name

I got my dough right, hustle running all in my veins

It’s forty days, forty nights if I’m making it rain

I reign supreme, a bottle and some bomb-ass weed then we good

If you got drugs in this motherfucker

Let me see your hands in the air

Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us

So let’s get high off something

High off something, high off something

'til your mothafucking brain don’t function

High off something, high off something

What I supply taking you high?

Fireworks when I spark, yellow tape

Lotta chalk thought you said you a boss

Big deal, bitch chill, pulling out that black card

Showin' off big spendin', letting alcohol spill

I feel she might just get too faded

X-rated that’s what I like glad that you made

To this ceremony at hand, take a sip lets plan

For the future, introduce you to Snoop get you right and

May I, kick a little something for the G’s and

Make a few ends as I breeze through?

The shit on my hip is a fucking preview

And guess what it lead to