The Game - Holy Water (bonus track)

My Phantom so mean like I washed that motherfucker every Sunday in holy water My Jesus piece clean, even my shoes are Christians, I’m walking on holy water She came out them True Religion jeans and fell straight to her knees like she was dipped in holy water Holy water, holy water [Verse 1] Back when Michael Jordan was raw ’92 was the year my city was city of God Coke on the boulevard, crack fiends skiing the slaloms Is exactly how drug lords found their way from the bottom Them Yeezy’s drop got ‘em, couldn’t afford ‘em you shot ‘em Cause they the same price as fucking red bottoms We don’t pop tags, leave that motherfucker on it Return it back to the store when you no longer want it Sleep outside for days for a pair of J’s The you sleep outside forever cause you got sprayed If you gon’ die for em, they better be some number 4′s Or some shit made in Japan you can never find in the stores Rolex watches, Gucci belts, and Louis luggage Definitely set us apart from niggas when we in public Jeffery Campbell and Michael Kors got you looking rugged Gave her a Louis bag, now she love me Take a look at her posin’ on my car cause [Hook] My Phantom so mean like I washed that motherfucker every Sunday in holy water My Jesus piece clean, even my shoes are Christians, I’m walking on holy water She came out them True Religion jeans and fell straight to her knees like she was dipped in holy water Holy water, holy water [Verse 2] Met a girl named Christian in some Christian, she a Christian Suck a dick like sucking dick is her life’s mission Trynna’ save her ass like trynna’ save a stripper She fine as fuck, you trynna’ fuck, that’s the reason you tip her And all I’m sayin’ is a watch and a gold chain Can’t make Bobby Valentino, Johnny Coltrane And she knows this, that’s why her mouth wide Openin’ up her legs straight up like they suicide I cross my heart and hope to die If something happens to my voice and can no longer provide Should I run and hide? No. hustle and survive Workin’ 9 to 5 until sweat drips into my eyes And if it burns like the kush, then I go back to sellin’ pies Switchin’ lanes in that Cutlass, rubbin’ her thighs while I drive Reminiscin’ on the days I was rollin’ broke Jesus piece on the rearview, holy ghost Amen! [Hook] My Phantom so mean like I washed that motherfucker every Sunday in holy water My Jesus piece clean, even my shoes are Christians, I’m walking on holy water She came out them True Religion jeans and fell straight to her knees like she was dipped in holy water Holy water, holy water