Game feat. Young Jeezy Paramedics Lyrics

The R.E.D. Album Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Dr. Dre Intro
  • 2 The City
  • 3 Drug Test
  • 4 Martians vs. Goblins
  • 5 Red Nation
  • 6 Dr. Dre, Part 1
  • 7 Good Girls Gone Bad
  • 8 Ricky
  • 9 The Good, the Bad, the Ugly
  • 10 Heavy Artillery
  • 11 Paramedics
  • 12 Speakers on Blast
  • 13 Hello
  • 14 All the Way Gone
  • 15 Pot of Gold
  • 16 Dr. Dre, Part 2
  • 17 All I Know
  • 18 Born in the Trap
  • 19 Mama Knows
  • 20 California Dream
  • 21 Dr. Dre Outro
  • 22 Basic Bitch
  • One *****s down, two *****s run it
    Call me snowman, one hundred miles and gunning
    Here come the paramedics
    It goes one for the money, two for the dough
    All you got is three *****s kicking at your door, ha ha
    Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
    It goes one for the ghetto, two *****s running
    Game and the snowman, one hundred miles and gunning
    Hey, here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics

    Here come the pain I've got a main
    Ever since an adolescent I've been deep in the game
    All I need is more weed, a little something for the pain
    That thing is so good like a hook from T-Pain
    They say you're nobody til somebody kills you
    I say go be somebody, even if it kills you
    They say death smells like bad *** weave
    Another watch, another chain, the last thing a ***** need

    Swear to God, couple right by the night stand
    Clip my half a hundred, fill a case another hundred grand
    And get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya
    The evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya
    Every night, I wake up in a cold sweat
    Get dressed and hit the club in a cold vest
    God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold ****
    But why they still riding to your old ****?

    Party by the beat, all still riding with ya
    Party by the big riders, still siding with ya
    Party by the real *****s still hustling to ya
    I know you're here in the day, ain't nothing to ya
    They say a picture's worth about a thousand words
    *****s talkin' like they really worth a thousand words
    Come the paramedics ?
    Calling the beat, it's really dope fool, yo

    It goes one for the money, two for the dough
    All you got is three *****s kicking at your door, ha ha
    Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
    It goes one for the down, two *****s running
    Game and the snowman, one hundred miles and gunning
    Hey, here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics

    See us riding like some mobsters, with the trunk full of choppers
    Give a ***** a couple shots, and I ain't talking about vodka
    Hanging out the sunroof, Snowman driving
    ***** live through these shots, put his *** on Survivor
    Fresh up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat
    Get cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest throwing stack
    Let you suckers make it rain, I'll make it Katrina
    And pile all them hoes in the back of my Beamer

    Hit the freeway, bumping "Ghetto Boys", with the V twelve steaming
    Top down, in the rain, California dreaming
    I'd be lying if I said I still flip birds
    Well ***** I still flip birds
    Word to the doors on this ? I'm sitting on
    Ain't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on
    Who else you know **** out Benjamins, and piss Patron?
    Put Michael Buffer between us, and let's get it on!

    It goes one for the money, two for the dough
    All you got is three *****s kicking at your door, ha ha
    Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
    It goes one for the down, two *****s running
    Game and the snowman, one hundred miles and gunning
    Hey, here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics

    (Hey Snowman, these *****s hustling backwards
    I'ma pull the K out, and turn 'em around)
    Look, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that ***** down?
    Tell the truth, it's me *****, ain't nobody else around
    Jeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather
    My furs the best pound for pound, like Mayweather

    Undisputed, I never lost a brick
    UPS, FedEx and duct tape to a *****
    Put her *** on that greyhound
    Tell that hoe to stay down
    Sleep the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town
    Give a **** about a *****
    Die for the paper, hustle relentless
    *****, I take the sky from a scraper

    The Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house
    These rappers turned saints, we pull them ****ing gauges out
    Black Tim's kicking in the door, at your lady house
    He at the strip club, well **** it, we gon' wait it out
    You tipped him off, so now all the K's is out
    We locate shot him down from the neighbor's house

    It goes one for the money, two for the dough
    All you got is three *****s kicking at your door, ha ha
    Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
    It goes one for the down, two *****s running
    Game and the snowman, one hundred miles and gunning
    Hey, here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics

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