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Ali Bomaye Lyrics – The Game feat. 2 Chainz, Rick Ross

    Ali Bomaye is a popular song by The Game featuring 2 Chainz, Rick Ross, from the 2012 album Jesus Piece. Check words to The Game Ali Bomaye Lyrics in English below.

    Ali Bomaye Lyrics – The Game feat. 2 Chainz, Rick Ross 

    [Intro: The Game]
    Get my people out them chains, nigga
    I mean handcuffs, time to man up
    Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin’, bruh?
    ‘Cause I’m a black man in a Phantom
    Or is it ’cause my windows tinted?
    Car cost 300 thou’ and I blow Indo in it (2 Chainz!)
    You mad ’cause your daughter fuck with me on spring break
    Well, I’ma fuck her till the springs break

    [Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
    Yeah, roll another one ’cause I’m winnin’
    In my four-door, lookin’ real photogenic
    Gentleman attire, in threads that won’t expire
    I’m in a class of my own, my teacher got fired
    Money gettin’ long, pussy rate keep risin’
    Versace outfit cost me 3,000
    From the P houses, did it from the wee hours
    Sellin’ that chicken; no lemon pepper, no sweet and sour
    First you get the power, then you get respect
    I’m gettin’ so much money I can buy your bitch
    Take it how you wanna, if you wanna take it
    I like clubs where all the women workin’ naked
    Fell in love with a waitress—what the fuck I’m thinkin’?
    Bought that ho a ring, it was for her pinky
    Uhn, that’s pimpin’, that’s slick
    Got a bottle of cologne that cost more than your rent
    [Verse 2: The Game]
    Fuck y’all mad at me for? Got a black card and a black Phantom
    With a white bitch in Idaho, I do the same thing in (Montana)
    Got a thick bitch in Atlanta, got a redbone in the Chi
    Got two chains, they two-tone, two hundred racks, no lie

    [Chorus 1: The Game]
    Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
    I’m ’bout to rumble in the jungle in these new Kanye’s
    Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
    My lawyer threw them gloves on and beat another case

    [Verse 3: The Game]
    Fuck y’all mad at me for, ’cause my belt got two G’s on it?
    Her bag got two C’s on it? My daughter’s stroller got D’s on it?
    Free Big Meech, free Boosie and C-Murder
    Like New Orleans, like Baltimore, come to Compton you’ll see murders
    And my AR see murders, that’s beef, nigga; no burgers
    I’m insane and you Usain, nigga better turn on them burners
    Got coke swimmin’ in that glass jar, bitch, go turn on them burners!
    Got dope to sell in this hotel, no half price, no retail
    You a bitch nigga; no female, I smack niggas; Sprewell
    I’m on the block like D12, I got the white; no D-12
    Like a little nigga in Africa, I was born totin’ that K
    And that’s real shit, no Will Smith and no Nona Gaye
    But they yellin’…
    [Chorus 2: The Game]
    Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
    Thank God that a nigga seen another day
    Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
    Got a chopper and a bottle—fuck it, let ’em spray!

    [Verse 4: Rick Ross]
    I take my case to trial, hire the Dream Team
    Robbie Kardashian, Johnnie Cochran; I seen things
    I dream big, I think sharp
    Inhale smoke, Hawaiian tree bark
    Humble yourself, you not a G, keep it one with yourself
    Run to niggas for help, favors I keep one on the shelf
    I got rifles with lasers, swing it just like the majors
    Hit you right above navel
    Now you swimmin’ in pavement
    Gold medals on my neck, I call it Michael Phelps
    Hoes settlin’ for less, I call ’em bottom shelf
    Niggas tough on them blogs and never did nothin’ at all
    On the road to the riches, bitches not taggin’ along

    [Verse 5: The Game]
    Unless it’s ass in a thong, hit that ass and I’m gone
    Disrespect my nigga Boss and I’m flashin’ the chrome
    I’m wavin’ the TEC, Tity sprayin’ the MAC
    Extendos in the back, gonna lap
    I got a bitch that look like Laila Ali sittin’ in my lap
    Got a call from Skateboard, pick ’em up at LAX
    Speakin’ skateboards, where Tune at? Fuck with him
    I’ll break a skateboard on a nigga back, 2 Chainz!
    [Verse 6: 2 Chainz]
    Skateboard on a nigga track
    No lie, “No Lie” already got a plaque
    Mama got a house, daughter got accounts
    Just to think a nigga like me started with a ounce
    Bad bitches and D-boys, we bring ’em out
    If them niggas pussy, we douche ’em, we clean ’em out
    This the voice of ghetto intelligence. If you got work
    Go to work, don’t work at your residence

    [Verse 7: The Game]
    …For presidents
    Word to Muhammad, that triple beam is heaven-sent
    Ridin’ through the jungles in that mothafuckin’ elephant
    That’s a gray Ghost, with the ears on it
    Swimmin’ through the hood like it got fins on it (Tell ’em!)
    You know I got that work on the foreman grill
    Weigh the mothafuckas in, made another mil
    Got a nigga feelin’ like Cassius Clay
    Thrilla in Manilla, nigga want it, whip his ass today

    [Chorus 2: The Game]
    Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
    Thank God that a nigga seen another day
    Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye!
    Got a chopper and a bottle—fuck it, let ’em spray!

    [Outro: Kevin Hart]
    Ay, nigga guess what I just picked up?
    Nigga, talk to yo nigga
    Ay, my fuckin’ Jesus piece! (Woo)
    Ay, ay, ay nigga, nigga look at ya boy! Look at ya boy!
    Ay nigga look, look real quick, real quick, look at Jesus eyes doe
    Nigga they got diamonds in it! Nigga iced out!
    Nigga iced out Jesus face on these bitches nigga
    Ay don’t ever question my religion i just put 50 stacks on Jesus face out here nigga. You see it, ay ay ay real quick, real quick, look at his headband (Ooh)
    Nigga, Nigga look it! Look at ya boy nigga
    Ay nigga I put the fuckin’ rubies around a nigga fuckin’ joint nigga
    Yo chill here come Kanye, shut up don’t
    Let me turn my piece around


    Writer(s): The Game, 2 Chainz, Rick Ross

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