Lloyd, The Game - Intro (MDMA) Lyrics

Uh step up in the club in my best two piece
I don't need no peace, capiche
I got at least a couple goons with me and P-O-L-O Da Don
Name speaks for itself type of shit we on
We on that Don Perignon
We on that ace,
Whole club full off dimes
So unscrew up your face
And get off that, that, that
Cause we off that
Key the same shape as the car
Tell 'em to toss that
Maserati twenty two's paint job gloss black
Hit a pothole, just image we riding horseback
On the coast Patrick Swayze
Baby we getting ghost, can I tap that maybe
We can pull up then hop out and walk in and roll up
Now hold up say my name before I pull out

Game, it'll never be the same unless I'm fucking with Lloyd
And he got his own, lane
Uh bringing some more Champagne
We sipping on ace I ain't talking card games
I'm talking black cards and swagger is a art
Let's see if you're still holding when I play this "King Of Hearts"