Released: December 11, 2012

Featuring: Future Jeezy

Songwriter: Tyga The Game Jeezy Future Yung Ladd Dre Cool

Producer: Cool N Dre Yung Ladd

[Hook: Game & Future]
It’s been a long damn time since a nigga sold dope
But if you put a brick right in front of me, I remember
Bakin’ soda and the triple beam, I remember
Loaded fully auto magazine, I remember
(I done fucked so many bitches that I can’t remember names
But if you put that pussy right up in my face, I remember
Drop that pussy down on the floor, I remember
The way she comin' down on the pole, I remember)

[Verse 1: Game]
Pop the pussy, don’t play with it
I don’t care if Kanye hit it, I don’t care if Jay hit it
I’mma eat it up and I’mma lay with it
We shot a chopper at the gun range
Got stupid cars, got dumb change
Red bottoms, let the tongue hang
Got an off-white Porsche, cum stain
I’m whippin’ work (I remember)
Roll up that purp (I remember)
Pour up that syrup (I don’t remember)
(How Tunechi had that purple Slushy comin’ out that blender)
Got a Keisha, got a Rhonda
Got a Nisha, got a Tanya
Got a Tishaun and a Honda
And I eat her anaconda
Got condoms in that condo
Got kush greener than Rondo
Still hit me up for that blow
You already know

[Hook: Game & Future]
It’s been a long damn time since a nigga sold dope
But if you put a brick right in front of me, I remember
Bakin’ soda and the triple beam, I remember
Loaded fully auto magazine, I remember
(I done fucked so many bitches that I can’t remember names
But if you put that pussy right up in my face, I remember
Drop that pussy down on the floor, I remember
The way she comin' down on the pole, I remember)

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Drop top ‘Rari shit, I drove it like I stole it
The Lambo' in the shop, told my bitch to Range Rove
Microwave broke, so a nigga had to stove it
Dropped it off to my Auntie, told her hold it
I’m posted right now, posted in this Gucci link
87 did 30 mil', wonder what Coogi think
Quarters, 9 1/2 sold (I remember)
Yeah, it’s the middle of June, and it’s snowing like December
If you get into the ‘sac in your hood, I could mend ya’
Ya’ nigga talking reckless on your song, I’ll revenge ya’
Pull up to the club in a Phantom, I had a vision
Break ‘em all down, Arm and Hammer in the vision

[Hook: Game & Future]
It’s been a long damn time since a nigga sold dope
But if you put a brick right in front of me, I remember
Bakin’ soda and the triple beam, I remember
Loaded fully auto magazine, I remember
(I done fucked so many bitches that I can’t remember names
But if you put that pussy right up in my face, I remember
Drop that pussy down on the floor, I remember
The way she comin' down on the pole, I remember)

[Verse 3: Future]
Pop that pussy up in that hydraulics (what’s that)
Six fo', throw that brick inside a pot and cook it, whip it good though
Baking soda inside of her bowl, hey yo, watch me blow
Promethazine mixed with a Sprite, pour a fo'
Been sipping syrup all night, and I get higher than a plane (Pluto)
Yeah, I remember your pussy, girl, but I don’t know your name
I got diamonds hanging off if they could talk it'd be insane
Ever since I gave her that molly, man that girl ain’t been the same
Better pop the pussy for a real nigga
That’s on the way, I’mma deal with ya
I’m a real boss, that real sauce
Don’t try me bitch, I will floss
That’s real talk, my top off, I’m throwed off
I'm on that green, don't play golf (chronic)
I hustle take no days off
(FUTURE)

[Hook: Game & Future]
It’s been a long damn time since a nigga sold dope
But if you put a brick right in front of me, I remember
Bakin’ soda and the triple beam, I remember
Loaded fully auto magazine, I remember
(I done fucked so many bitches that I can’t remember names
But if you put that pussy right up in my face, I remember
Drop that pussy down on the floor, I remember
The way she comin' down on the pole, I remember)

The Game

Jayceon Terrell Taylor was born November 29th, 1979 in Compton, California to two Crip-affiliated gang members. He grew up on Santana Blocc, a Crip-controlled neighborhood, with a large family of half and step siblings. He was hardened by a rough and violent childhood stinting from his parent’s drug use, domestic violence, and family members being killed through gang-related conflicts.

By 2000, a 21-year-old Jayceon Taylor was a member of the Cedar Block Pirus, a Blood-affiliated gang, and dealt drugs on the streets of Compton.

Late on the night of October 1st, 2001, Jayceon was alone in his apartment when the doorbell rang and after opening the door, he was jumped by three