games third verse from angel...
(The Game)
(Fly away, fly away)
My love for her's not about jewelry or cars
I love her cause she love me, just for who I are
Who I is, who I am, resembles the rims on the Lam'
I shine like Shyne when Barrington Levy was sayin'
"Didilly whoooa!"
I got love for the streets, peace to New York and every hood in the East
Before I was duckin' cops, gunshots, I used to be an LA Dodger, now I'm a (angel)
From the city of lost souls, Impalas and polished gold
Between the car, and the rims, we got alot of chrome
Your hood not alone, they knockin, we not at home
And when they bust in, we not Caesar, but got it wrong
Cause they try ta' wire phones, I'm talkin Verizon phones
The ones they put wires on, they got us on tap
But I put wires on, my Bentley, in fact
I spit it through the wires on a Kanye track