Released: April 23, 2015

Featuring: DeJ Loaf

Songwriter: DeJ Loaf The Game

Producer: Mikhail Pops

[Verse 1: Game]
My ambitionz of a rida-da-da
Put her in a YSL and that Prada-da-da
Keep the pistol on the side-ide-ide
In the Lamborghini smokin on that la-la-la
She got her hair in the wind, eyebrows on fleek
'15 Bonnie & Clyde, Nicki and Meek
I gave her keys to the condo, keys to the Jeep
Say "You jigglin, baby", gave her the whole damn fleet

[Verse 2: Dej Loaf]
I always ride for you baby, and when shit get hard
You know I parade on the side of you, baby
Yeah, I met him in a dope gang, he had no name
Back when you could get a half or a whole thang

[Verse 3: Game]
Back when we all ever needed was the cocaine
Bricks in the 600 why they call me Raw Game
40 in the sti-dash, fuck around and be roadkill
With the top down feelin like

[Hook: Game & Dej Loaf]
My ambitionz of a rida (rida, rida)
My ambitionz of a rida (rida, rida)
My ambitionz of a rida-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
My ambitionz of a rida-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
My ambitionz of a rida

[Verse 4: Dej Loaf]
No whip now we in the Wraith, road rage
Keep it gangsta pricy, one of them cold things
Wit ya, noooo, I ain't mad at ya
Get out of line, probably throw a couple jabs at em

[Verse 5: Game]
Hit Rodeo, probably throw a couple bags at ya
In my 2Pac voice - I ain't mad at ya
Take the wheel, see if you can drive while I eat it
My fitted flew off, but I don't need it, tell me what I need

[Verse 6: Dej Loaf]
You need a bitch that's gonna blast, spend cash with ya
Same time fuck good, drop ass for you
Yeah, I ride it like rah-rah-rah-rah
Eat the pussy like la-la-laaaa

[Verse 7: Game]
Why you gotta tell a nigga bid'ness?
Fine nigga Friday, you know a nigga live this
Hit you with the helicopter tongue
Then fuck you til the helicopter come

[Hook: Game & Dej Loaf]
My ambitionz of a rida (rida, rida)
My ambitionz of a rida (rida, rida)
My ambitionz of a rida-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
My ambitionz of a rida-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
My ambitionz of a rida

[Verse 8: Game & (Dej Loaf)]
One look and I got her
Hittin' corners in my Impala (my ambitionz of a rida)
Slidin down that pole for a dollar, nada
Tell that girl holla (my ambitionz of a rida)
I done brought the thug life out her
Got her stuffin bricks in that Prada (my ambitionz of a rida)
And she love when I'm inside her
And can't nobody divide us

[Hook: Game & Dej Loaf]
My ambitionz of a rida (rida, rida)
My ambitionz of a rida (rida, rida)
My ambitionz of a rida-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
My ambitionz of a rida-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
My ambitionz of a rida

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