[Intro - The Game - talking]
Everything got a future (everything got a future ...)
How you go club or go hood, but go back club on the same song?
(club on the same song)
[Hook - Dominic]
Guess I am a bad guy, I can see you like it
You can be the headline, if I can be your sidekick
Baby this can be the future ('ture, 'ture, 'ture)
Baby this can be the future ('ture, 'ture)
[Joe Budden - talking behind the Hook]
Hey!
Hey!
Amalgam Digital baby! (let's go)
Goin, goin, gone
[The Game - talking behind the Hook]
Jump Off
Free World
[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
Baby girl is addicted (it's okay!), OD
You could have any dude in this world but chose me (oh ...)
You could have any chick in this world but chose her
To play the backseat and direct the chauffeur (uh)
And that ain't just Jazz, ain't down with Okur (I could)
I play publicist and give her exposure
(I mean a) keep you in the latest
(I mean a) damn near waistless
Body like a porn star (whoa, whoa), smile like a waitress (oh!)
Now she turnin me, uh, uh, on, uh, uh, on, uh, uh, on
I mean, why get Club Bed or Club Med? See (when)
We can just club in the bed of my club mansion (cheah)
Leave for the weekend, jet to the Hamptons (hey)
Tats on her torso, (I mean), I love how she handle it (oh)
A shoe game, show off, just frontin (what?)
But baby don't blink or you bound to miss somethin, come on
[Hook]
[Joe Budden - talking behind the Hook]
Hey!
Hey!
[The Game - talking behind the Hook]
Jump Off, I got it from here
Double Up! Yeah
[Verse 2 - The Game]
She want to roll with a rock star, bitch I'm him
Coke white Airs, seven five, eight cent
California slim
501 blue, jeans on trim, New York match the brim
Lower than Manhattan (uh), lower than my pants saggin (uh)
Lower than my baby mama leanin in that Benz wagon (yeah)
And you can be heard, Toy Bird slip ons
LV clip ons, haters get shit on!
We roll up, 24's, so what?
Haters all swole up
Haters want my chain (ka ka), hold up
I'm not that nigga, I'm that nigga, so Jump Off or jump off (uhh)
Once enemies, my nemesis and I
Was stuck in the Genesis, Free World is our reply
Let bygones be bygones, I'm gone
Let all your pain be Champagne and Patron
[Hook]
[Joe Budden - talking behind the Hook]
Hey!
Baby this could be the
Yeah!
Ta ha
Baby this could be the
Come a, come a, come on
Come a, come a, come a, come a, come on (talk to 'em)
[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
Look, she stayed back, my baby throw it on
Little bit of cologne, little bit of Patron
Is how I got her on
(I mean a) now we sit and spend mad hours on the phone
Like we both ain't grown (yeah!)
Wrist kind of heavy, I'm a little well known
Matching crosses, different color stones (what?)
See, in one line I got her to come over
Told her I'm dumb sober, but hungover!
She play the club, sippin on Mimosa (hey)
I could fit your whole crew in one Rover
Just kick your shoes off 'fore you step in
(I mean) the crib's mine and I'm livin like the Jetsons
Or let's head OT, cop a one way
Step off the runway like we on a runway
Have your girlfriends thinkin you a runaway
Never mind, I already know what you gon' say (uh)
[Hook] - 2X
[Joe Budden - talking behind the Hook]
Cheah
Hey
Cheah
Ta ha
Baby this could be the
Come a, come a, come on, come a, come a
Talk to 'em
Yeah (hey!)
I mean, I'm thinkin this can be the
I'm thinkin, I'm thinkin this can be the
