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Wouldn't Get Far

The Game

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

The Game ft. Kanye West - Wouldnt Get Far (HQ, Dirty)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
The Game
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marilyn McLeod
Marilyn McLeod
Songwriter
Pam Sawyer
Pam Sawyer
Songwriter
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kanye West
Kanye West
Producer
Oscar Ramirez
Oscar Ramirez
Recording Engineer
Brian Sumner
Brian Sumner
Recording Engineer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Anthony Kilhoffer
Recording Engineer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Steve Daniel Baughman
Steve Daniel Baughman
Mixing Engineer
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

For you baby, I'd find you For you baby, I'd find you For you baby, I'd find you For you baby, I'd find you (You wouldn't get far) I done been around the world, been around the block Been around hoes that fucked Biggie and 'Pac Like Vida Guerrera, ass took her to the top She'll give you some brain, you let her throw up the Roc Let her put on your chain, she'll throw you some cock Picture that, like Meagan 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 XXL Hopped off the page and on a skateboard with Pharrell I knew she (Wouldn't get far) 'cause 500 dollars Can't get you that far, how you get that far And all these new video bitches tryin' to be Melissa Ford But they don't know Melissa Ford drive a Honda Accord She a video vixen, but behind closed doors She do whatever it take to get to the Grammy Awards, ha ha (You wouldn't get far) Fuckin' 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) fuckin' them rap stars You know who you are, I wrote this song for you (For you baby, I'd find you) For you and you, for all y'all 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... nigga that's mad nuts Game you mad nuts, how you gon' call out all these Bitches knowin' damn well they gon' call me The only dream, of that ghetto prom queen Was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen Maybe get chose by a nigga from my team Head so good he don't ask for a pre... nup Now ask yourself this question, umm Would you be with Jay-Z if he wasn't C-E-O? Would you be with F-A-B-O if he drove a Neo? Would you ride with Ne-Yo, if he was in a Geo? Well why the hell you think these bitches comin' at me fo'? But since they all fall in my Palm, I take a trio, yo (You wouldn't get far) Fuckin' them rap stars You know who you are, put your hands up ladies (You wouldn't get far) If you kept your mouths closed (It would be just a waste of time) But you know (You wouldn't get far) fuckin' them rap stars You know who you are, I wrote this song for you (For you baby, I'd find you) For you and you, for all y'all I done had my share of bitches with long hair Short do like Kalissa or Halle in Boomerang, yeah I been around the block in the Bentley drop top In Miami Beach when Lil' Kim was fuckin' with Scott I got the scoop on Hoops, whatever the case She'll let you spray in her face long as she Bathing Apes And ain't nobody tryin' to take Beyoncé from Jay But I know a bitch named Superhead he fucked back in the day The things niggas do when pussy sittin' on they face Stabbed Un in the stomach She must have had a pussy like Wonder Woman, on that superhero shit 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 bitch Toccara And she ain't win the show but she ridin' in that Gallardo That's why I fuck 'em today and forget 'em tomorrow (You wouldn't get far) Fuckin' them rap stars You know who you are, put your hands up ladies (You wouldn't get far) If you kept your mouths closed (It would be just a waste of time) But you know (You wouldn't get far) fuckin' them rap stars You know who you are, I wrote this song for you (For you baby, I'd find you) For you and you, for all y'all God damn, you know what I'm sayin' I'm sittin' back watchin' Kanye video And I see the same bitch that was in the homeboy Busta Rhymes video Then I flip the mo'fuckin' channel Checkin' out my uncle Snoop Dogg video And I see the same bitch, that was in my video You know what I'm sayin' And then you know what I'm sayin', to make that even mo' fucked up I'm watchin' Oprah cover Hurricane Katrina I see the same bitch on Oprah, floatin' away on the hood of a Camry That was in the nigga Lil Weezy video I mean damn, everywhere I look Everywhere I go, I see the same hoes Don't get mad, I'm only bein' real, yeah
Writer(s): Kanye West, Jayceon Taylor, Marilyn Mc Leod, Pamela Joan Sawyer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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