Carmen Electra Songtext
von The Game

Ayy, yo, I mob how I mob
Yeah, I′m hood with it
Fifth of Patrón in the Bentley, yeah, I'm good with it
Everything shook with it, I′m a boss like that
Caught five, Odell Beckham, Randy Moss like that
It's Bompton, reason why I talk like that
Bullet fragments still in my ankle, why I walk like that
I'm Nas on these songs I puff, they hate me
Hurricane Game, Katrina′d the AP

Top-down, the AC with X and AZ
Ruff Rydin′, you can see this Draco in HD
Don't try me
Nigga, homicide′s my hobby
Backwoods fat, we blowin' these sacks like Mozzy
In the 6, Clyde and Bonny, clips by Armani
Plus, I keep an extra with the owl feather texture
2020, we doin′ drive-byes in Teslas
Sex, money, murder, and drugs, Carmen Electra


Fuck the slice, I want the pie
Why ask why 'til we die?
Watch us all stand in line for a slice of the Devil′s pie
(Carmen Electra)
Drugs and thots, swim in wine
Three or four at a time
Watch 'em all stand in line for a slice of the Devil's pie
(Carmen Electra)

Four block bangin′, I′m from the dope spot, baby
Time to serve 'em on the porch and keep the door locked, baby
In this four-door ′Cedes, the Rollie oh so brazy
Chopper for that Old School that I could throw on Daytons
Fuck who hate me
Blood on the Benjamins, I'm a gangsta
Pull up on the side of his vehicle tryna to spank ′em
Cookies by the onions, we plug 'em, the people thank us
As-salamu alaykum and see how far it could take us

Can′t nobody say we stay dangerous, that's on the gang
Told Game pass the thang, I feel like I got my way
Pissin' on they grave and wackin′ out with they pain
Papa was a chef and my mama whip it the same
She chose up on the ISO, the Maseratti to blame
We body for body, eye-key-eye county, make Gotti flame
Free to Gangland when he touch, got him a chain
When he touch, got him some cake
When he touch, got him a Drac


Fuck the slice, I want the pie
Why ask why ′til we die?
Watch us all stand in line for a slice of the Devil's pie
(Carmen Electra)
Drugs and thots, swim in wine
Three or four at a time
Watch ′em all stand in line for a slice of the Devil's pie
(Carmen Electra)

O-S-B-E Chill, fuck what they feel
Have a nigga leanin′ soon as I pop his seal
Put the work like Copperfield, I got it to disappear
Heard you was lookin' for me, I′m right here
Standin' in the jungles with the baby stones
Cash money in my pocket, get my baby on
Only eat the pussy if it taste like Avión (Yeah)
Tell her run my shit back like, "Lady, I'm-" (Bitch) yeah

Sittin′ in the bucket ′bout to trip me a nigga, yeah
Los Angeles, clip me a nigga, yeah
ATL, tip me a nigga (Uh)
Like Black Chyna, I'ma give in, nigga (Pause)
Gang injunctions don′t stop the function, yeah
Trees by Game, Patrón consumptions, yeah
Born in the jungles where wolf be huntin'
I put that on Mary-Anne that I am what I am, nigga

Fuck the slice, I want the pie
Why ask why ′til we die?
Watch us all stand in line for a slice of the Devil's pie
(Carmen Electra)
Drugs and thots, swim in wine
Three or four at a time
Watch ′em all stand in line for a slice of the Devil's pie
(Carmen Electra)