(feat. JT)    [20 seconds of instrumental to open]    [The Game]  You can catch five, or catch me in the CL-5  Whatever way dog, the Game get live  Keepin it gangsta in a P.D. fitted velour  Late night I'm in Dublin's and I got myself a four  The hood love me, hoodrats gotta hug me  Pop ex, spark the buba, the shit get ugly  Rock the mic anywhere, and I ain't talkin 'bout a concert dog  Talkin 'bout ten niggaz in converts dog  Get it crackin like we out in the yard, and the warden's watchin  Only difference is the whores is watchin  Still love to see a nigga, roll up on 20's  Hop in that six-four, roll up on Bentley's like  I'm a gangsta bay-bee from the C-P-T  Run with the +Pound+ like I'm from DPG  If it's beef, you C-Murder like it ain't No Limit  And I represent the P like Russell Simmons    [Chorus: repeat 2X]  I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right  Got it? Good, okay  It's the Black Sox and Get Low we get dough  In the Yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'    [The Game]  I'm a shining star  And I gotta hit the boulevard in that new Jaguar  Why he move through traffic like that, purple haze  Ralways, the Ojays, the gangsta lean so  Please believe that I keep two G's in my jeans  Two gats in my sleeve, two rats in my Beam'  X-5, mami let's ride  Weave in and out of traffic from Compton to Bed-Stuy  It's the kid from the far West I, oh, shit  He know how to do more than flip pies  Get money like them stick up guys  Them "Ocean 11" licks got the young kid rich for life  And I talkin 'bout a movie or George Clooney  I'm talkin 'bout, runnin in your spots with uzis tucked in the Coogi  Dude me? Naw truly, might lose your lives  They say I've, got 2K2 covered like A.I.    [Chorus]    [JT]  I know ya, love to watch me, 'specially when I'm lookin rocky  The trey with the broccoli with my handles on the Kawasaki  Handle my jewels with the cuff in my shoes  AD jacket on my elbow, 50 coast the jewels  In my neighborhood I'm Young Bill Gates, never shuffle the cake  So cover my face, and run up in the place  I'm a superstar, dick and my chain, glass bezel and bang  80 karats on my pinky and rang  Crews buzz when you speakin my name, cause I'm deep in the game  With top cool thangs and million dollar planes  I'm a maniac, young boy gone, like a young Roy Jones  You ought of my zone and ain't nobody home  In my neighborhood, produce stars, stakes is high  Now we soarin through the spacious skies  Drop yo' body with them cakes and ride, the handle is up  Switchin gears with the pedal and ride    [Chorus]