The Game - Mr. Potato Head

I Made You!
Yes I Made You!
Mr. Potatohead I Made You!
I Made You!
I Made You!
Mr. Potatohead I Made You!

Theres no batteries in my back
I show you how I move (Move Echo)
50 ain't gangsta
Lloyd Banks ain't gangsta
Yayo ain't gangsta
Young Buck, you know you ain't gangsta

Look at what you made
Ain't that a b*tch
Created a monster
Kicked me outta G-Unit
Put me in converse
Matter of fact give me a d*ck
Just like Olivia so you can suck my s**t
Gimme a pen
So I can be the hardest in the click
Wind me up nigg* then gimme some lips
So I can talk about ya f*gg*t
aint no thugs
While im at it tell Young Buck gimme some white gloves
So I can cover my fingerprints in ya blood
I need a get away car you can put it on dubs
Make sure its got a stash for the 38 snub
And a Banks album cuz thats where I got my buds
Gimme muscles like 50
Gimme Yayo hands
Gimme a collection plate for MaUSDe fans
Gimme some glasses so I can watch Mason dance
Who movin? You singing?
nigg* gimme ya fans
Gimme a tattoo tear
Gimme some ears so i can hear police talkin when you disappear

I made you
I made you
I made you
I made you
Mr. Potato Head
I Made you
Yes, I Made you
Mr. Potato Head I Made you!
I Made you
I Made You!
Mr. Potato Head I Made you! (You Echo)

Theres no batteries in my back
I show you how I move.

Yayo: And I'd like to thank game cuz hes mr potato head of the year, 'n' you kn.. a put together gangsta!

Rolling through Connecticut
In a stolen mini-van
Stop at his house
I dont see many men
Matter of fact I dont see any men
One plain clothed cop call him Lieutenant Dan
Officer why ya man tryna beat up my fans?
Makin me 5 times platinum wasnt part of his plan
Same s**t same snitch
You know how it goes
I smell a rat even if you take off my nose
And i bet every quarter in your piggy bank
Lloyd told N.Y.P.D. who got 50 shanked
Next time when the lights go out
I'm pulling a desert eagle when the knives come out
Watch that man get ta tussling and the mice run out
Don't gamble with ya life when my dice roll out

I made you
I made you
I made you
I made you
I made you
Mr Potato Head I Made you!
Yes I Made you
Mr Potato Head I Made you!
I Made you!
I Made You!
Mr Potato Head I Made you!

Theres no batteries in my back
I show you iggas how I move (Move Echo)
50 aint gangsta
Lloyd Banks aint gangsta
Yayo aint gangsta
Young Buck you know you aint gangsta

(Phat Rat talks)
G-G-G-G-G.... NOT!
You b*tch as*
Check this out man
I'm not gonna be playing these mother fking games
Mr. Potato head now you wanna be a comedian nigg*
This s**t is R-E-A-L nigg*!
Real nigg*
Black wall street
Wait wait
Like I told you last time
It's THE black wall street you b*tch as* nigg*
And Oliv... Excuse me OLIVER!
You punk mother fker
I'm still taking heat from my
For looking at your mother fkin' as* nigg*
You somebodys son
You b*tch as* igga
I'ma catch up to your as* nigg*
Muscle mouth as* b*tch
Thats alright though nigg*

G-U-Not nigg*

This is black wall street nigg*
Tell me where you at
Thats all we need to know nigg*
Cus this is real nigg*
This is the streets nigg*
Brazil & Wilmington nigg*
In case you didn't know nigg*
Thats right in the heart of COMPTON
You b*tch as* nigg*
And Olivia
Get that mother fking lil' as* red
Mother fking shorts off your mother fking as* on that video
Everybody can you see your balls b*tch
' The fk is wrong with you
My iggas know I tried to holla at your b*tch as* nigg*
Ima fk you up nigg*
It's your fault
50 Snitch
This is Phat Rat nigg*
In case you forgot nigg*
Double!

Mr. Potatohead I Made You!
I kill who is my enemy
I don't give a fk
If you talk s**t
I make you a follower yeah
You crack me up kid
Your stupid
I'm much more agile then ever
Got more style so yo whatever
Whatever
Whatever (Echoes)

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