เนื้อเพลง Mula - The Game

[Intro - Kanye West & Sarah Barthel:]
Let me know if you're feeling lonely

[Verse 1 - Game:]
Cause ain't no real n*ggas out here
Ye what these n*ggas start humming out their mouth with?
Bunch of bullsh*t, weak ass albums
Bunch of lil n*ggas tryna copy our style
When we originated this
Whole mothaf*cking album had hits
That's why we up in the Ritz
That's why I'm up in your b*tch, head honcho
Get you killed pronto, wearing red now, El Segundo
Bail long as Alonzo Mourning
Kill a n*gga in his Monte Carlo like Alonzo
Sold records, sold crack, n*gga, recognize
For the record, I've been wrecking sh*t since 05
No lie, Js on
Take these mothaf*ckas off and throw the Ye's on
Rewind, J's on
Take these mothaf*ckas off and throw the Ye's on
Yeezy, tell these n*ggas that they is slaves
Master want you on red carpet like yesterday
You a house n*gga, I'm a get away though
Come back kill master ass like Django
Most you n*ggas just rapping for the fame though
I start rapping to get the f*ck out this durango
What goes around comes around how that saying go?
Documentary 2, no 50 keep the change hoe

[Chorus - Kanye West & Sarah Barthel:]
Feeling lonely
Let me know if you're feeling crazy
I guess all that stuff they told me
In my life was extra shady
I should've kept em waiting
Say hello to the Mula
I'm on top, no lie
Say hello to the mula
I'm on top, good night
Feeling lonely
The night, it swallowed my soul
Let me know if you're feeling lonely

[Verse 2 - Game & Kanye West:]
Back like I never left, n*gga I'm on my second breath
And I got another track from Yeezy
How'd you do that? Like Eric Wright said Eazy
Pull up in my cool whip, I don't give a f*ck about it
Leave it at the valet, I ain't f*cked up about it
I'll call an Uber, n*gga, I'll f*cking shoot a n*gga
I got a white b*tch that blow like a tuba, n*gga
I just got a new crib, I just got a new Wraith
I just got cooler than LL Cool J
I just got a new gun, squeeze it like some toothpaste
I, I, aghhk
Spit in the face of a coward
Sh*t on anybody ever try to take ours
Ye why that n*gga's face so sour?
Cause that slick mouth got him wet up like a shower
Now what you know about power?
What you know about dreams?
What you know about freestyling verses
Shelter outside of Nike Town without a dollar in your jeans

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
[Felicia:] Chuck, Chuck, Chuck, n*gga I know you see me!
[Game:] Felicia what the f*ck you want?
[Felicia:] Ooh please can I borrow your car?
[Game:] Borrow my car? b*tch are you stupid or something?
[Felicia:] Well give me a quarter piece then
[Game:] b*tch I don't sell crack no more
[Felicia:] Well give me some money or something I can take around your brother house and trade
[Game:] I ain't got sh*t
[Felicia:] What about this iPod and them Dre Beats, you don't need that sh*t, don't you know that n*gga or something?
[Game:] So?
[Felicia:] Please, I'll s*ck your d*ck for this sh*t
[Game:] b*tch you can have this sh*t, I don't want my d*ck s*cked by no mothaf*cking smoker
[Felicia:] Oh okay, thank you then. You know I would have s*cked your d*ck for it anyways with your fine ass
[Game:] Felicia get the f*ck away from my car
[Felicia:] Okay, what is you listening to on this sh*t anyway?
[Game:] b*tch press play