The Game Ft. Snoop Dogg - Whatchu Drinkin' On?      [Verse 1 - The Game]   It's me Chuck Taylor muthafucka/   I'm back for the first time no more nursury rhymes/   I'm the west coast version of B I G   East coast version of Easy E   Mix it with a bottle of hypnotic that 6-4 on hydrolics   If it wasn't for Dre I'd be in the garden like R. Wallace   Movin' rocks like the Grand Canyon man   The forty-five throw bullets like Randal's hands   I'm from Los Angelos man   You got the D, we break down zones like Kansas man   I'm in the hood giving out free samples man   Them fiends wanna see me scramble like Atlanta fans   Move rock by day, Lambo by night   Same color as Brett Farvre's Jersey with dual exhaust pipes   She mad 'cause she can't ride, she just wanna fight   Frustrated at The Game, throwing chairs like Bob Knight   Aight      [Hook - The Game]   Whatchu Drinkin' On   Belvadere or grey goose    Alinzey or orange juice   Is it Henny and coke? Remy and coke?    V S O P or bottle of O-E   Whatchu Drinkin' On   Hypnotic or Armendel, Psyclone or crystal   My nigga's is in this bitch we packin' the pistols   Nigga's get out of line we airin' this bitch out      [Hook]      [Verse 2]   G A M E that's my main man   Holdin' on some mothafuckin' MOET champaigne   Pop it on 'em, drop it on 'em, quick like   And kick that shit to get a bitch like   Ready to fuck with me,   And bring another bitch with you, now we doing three company   Her choice of drink was V S O P   It made the bitch feel queasy   And easy does it, I'm with my cousin, Chuck Taylor   My relative of a little gangbang flavor   You save a bullet flavor of a mothafuckin gangsta   In some powder blue Marvin Gay'das   I'm buying the bar tonight   And I'm fucking with these riders, known eastsidaz   Playin', pimpin' while I'm rappin' while you yappin'   Slippin' my clippin' now I'm clickin' and I'm clackin'   Sippin' Yak n',      [Hook]      [Verse 3 - The Game]   Hey Ma the DJ's playin' your song   You know how them bitches act when Snoop Dogg is on   You ever seen a bitch bust through doors in high heels   In Dolce Gerbanna jeans with a Henny on the rocks   Ass like Jenny from the block,    All the gangsta's stare, Aftermath all the gangsta's here   You seen the line outside it's going down in here,    G-Unit, Shady Records and a pound in here   I'm Jessie Owens on a track, so Dark Child in here   I got an ounce in here, we all got four pounds in here   So don't step on them All Star's and Air Forces   Got a full magazine that's hotter than their Source   And I'm the rap era, parents of Michael Air Jordan   With Chicago in cursive and Chorinc and coach persons   X-O or X Pills, King Lewis or malt liquor   Drunk or tipsy I keep the heart nigga   I'm gangsta