"Wouldn't Get Far (Mick Boogie Remix)" lyrics - THE GAME

[Intro:]
For you baby, I'd find you
For you baby, I'd find you
For you baby, I'd find you

[Verse 1: The Game]
I done been around the world, been around the block
Been around hoes that fucked Biggie and 'Pac
Like Vida Guerra, 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 cot
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 five hundred dollars
Can't get you that (Far), how you get that (Far)
And all these new video bitches tryin' to be Melyssa Ford
But they don't know Melyssa 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

[Chorus: The Game]
(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

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
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

[Chorus: The Game]
(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 mouth 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

[Verse 3: JAY-Z]
I'm lookin' for a Southern girl that cook like Patti LaBelle
Big ghetto booty, scarf over her doobie
Chanel under the Louis, Gucci over her booty
Vicky cover her titties, attitude of the city
Pretty, witty, girly, worldly
One who likes to party, but come home early
Light, kinda dark, short, sorta tall
Slim, kinda thick, I swear I love 'em all
She can cook the coke and got hook-up on the license
But she can get you first-class seats for coach prices
Isn't this great? My flight leaves at eight
Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds