Vida:
Vida, the multi-million dollar diva
The Game's changed, The Game's done caught that amnesia

How your fingers gonna get next to this?
You damn near? sending me all your text messages
Monday you're blowing me up, Tuesday's the same

Wednesday's smell strip night so I don't hear from Game
He outplayed I done saved a couple of your messages
Don't know why you texting me cos women ain't your preference

But anyway, any rate, Vida's never on your team
You need to go back to Kanye and find another "Dream"
Find another video hoe, another fiend

Cos the only way you'll find me is if you find another...

(*##$ shut the $#&@ up!

Get the $#&@ outta here!

Verse 1 (Game):

Quick for death though
Get #~!!@ like a lesbo
Ben Frank the king get green like the gecko

Four-finger ring, '87 gold chain
All black Air Ones, tape em like Daddy Kane
Smooth criminal (*##$es love the way I flow

The way I puff Cuban cigars and sip Don slow
V.I.P. lick it up, it's real go get a cup
Champagne like### in her mouth, the way she spit it out

The black Hugh Hef sold crack, blast a few TECs
$#&@ em all doggy style now who's next?
Reign terror pull they pony tail $#&@ em in the mirror

Piss in they mouth like Vida Guerra
Reign terror pull they pony tail $#&@ em in the mirror
Piss in they mouth like Vida Guerra

Used to $#&@ nasty (*##$es
Moved up to classy (*##$es
Peep the way I went from rags to riches


Chorus:
It's that gangsta, gangsta, gangsta %#@! they love it

Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta %#@! they love it (7x)
Verse 2:
I never once dreamed about a hood rat

Only dream about (*##$es with good cap
Beyoncé, Ashanti!
Get money like Andre

Which one? Pick one
3, 000 or the sick drum, slick tongue
For these foul ^!$$%s outta bounds with they lyrics

Put em to death with mine I murk em by the minute
This beef %#@! I seize quick
My clip crowded like the Freaknik

Bout Dat, Bout Dat, that Master P %#@!
Tell em haters to eat dick and die slow
While we live it up, ride low and bust with the 5-0

Pop Cristal with foreign (*##$es
#~!!@ official
Me and head game got more to dish out

Told B.I.G. piss they $$#, they do too
They know we $#&@ all night like we say we do
I used to $#&@ ashy (*##$es

Moved up to classy (*##$es
Peep how I went from rags to riches


Chorus:
It's that gangsta, gangsta, gangsta %#@! they love it
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta %#@! they love it (7x)


Verse 3:
I been around the world and nya-ya-ya

I can't find a (*##$ that pop %#@! and don't ride dicks like Heather Hunter
I'm talking whoever wanna
Get they brains $#&@ed out by Mrs. seven summers

Never hand chump sex
But I know (*##$es that write #~!!@ off like bump checks
And model Funk Flex

(*##$ cheated, I wouldn't give her what she needed
Wouldn't eat it or beat it
Two-fingered the (*##$ Vida like a virgin
Two finger split had her swerving
Like me in the Rolls Royce, lick it up behind curtains

I keep (*##$es screaming and squirting
Never heard em but the #~!!@ get murder
Feel like they been bit by a serpent
I never $#&@ed a (*##$ that would turn me down
Just like never $#&@ed a (*##$ that would burn me, wow

I used to $#&@ nasty (*##$es
Now I $#&@ classy (*##$es
Peep how I went from rags to riches

Chorus:

It's that gangsta, gangsta, gangsta %#@! they love it
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta %#@! they love it (7x)