The Future

[The Game Intro] Everything got a future….(everything got a future) How you gon’ club or go hood to go back club on the same song… [Chorus x1] Yes I am a bad guy I can see you like it You can be the headline, if I can be your sidekick Baby this can be the future (ture ture tureee) Baby this can be the future (ture ture tureeeee) Amalgam Digital Baby! [Joe Budden Verse 1] Baby girl is addicted (it’s okayy!) OD, you can have any dude in this world but chose me You can have any chick in this world but chose her To play that back seat and direct a chauffer (uhhh!) And that ain’t just jazz ain’t that with okir I can play publicist and give an exposure (I mean a) Keep in the lastest (I mean a) Damn they waste less Body like a porn star Smile like a waitress Now she turning me uh uh on, uh uh on Uh uh on, I mean why not club bed of my mansion We can just club in the bed of my mansion Leave for the weekend, jet to the hamptons Tats on her torso, I love how she ganglion A shoe game, show off just frontin’ But baby don’t blink cause you badly miss something’ (C’monnn!) [Chorus x1] Yes I am a bad guy I can see you like it You can be the headline, if I can be your sidekick Baby this can be the future (ture ture tureee) Baby this can be the future (ture ture tureeeee) [The Game-verse 1] She wanna roll with a rockstar f**k I’m him Coupe 1 air 7-5, 8 cent California slim 501 blue Jeans on trim New York messed the rim Lower than Manhattan Lower than my pants saggin Lower than my baby mama leanin in that Benz wagon And you can be heard Jerry bird slip ons LV clip ons Haters get shit on! We roll up 24’s so what Haters all swell up Haters want my ching, ke ke Hold up…I’m not that & that I’m that & that So jump off, it’s jump off (uhhhh!) Once enemies, my nemesis & I Was stuck in a genesis free world of side reply Let bygones be bygones I’m Gone… let all your pain Be champagne & patron! [Chorus x1] Yes I am a bad guy I can see you like it You can be the headline, if I can be your sidekick Baby this can be the future (ture ture tureee) Baby this can be the future (ture ture tureeeee) [Joe Budden-verse 2] C’mon, c’mon, c’mon C’mon, c’mon, c’mon (talk to em’!) Look she stay back My baby grown on Little bit of cologne Little bit of patron That’s how I got her home (I mean a) now you say we spent mad hours on the phone Like we both ain’t grown Wrist kind of heavy, I’m a lil well known Matching crosses, different color stones see In one line, I got her to come over Tell her I’m done sober But huuungggg over She play the club sippin on ma mocha I can fit ya whole crew in one rover Just take your shoes off before you step in (I mean) the cribs mine and I’m living like the Jetson’s Well let’s let OT cop the runaway Step off the runway like we on the runway Have ya girlfriends thinking you a runaway Never mind, I already know what you gonna say.. [Chorus x2] Yes I am a bad guy I can see you like it You can be the headline, if I can be your sidekick Baby this can be the future (ture ture tureee) Baby this can be the future (ture ture tureeeee)