Drug Test
The Game Lyrics


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I'm in this mothafucker doing what I wanna
Ten bottles, teb bitches, go with my persona
Pull up in that Enzo then I do donuts
I'm that cool, cashews, make 'em all go nuts
(Baby got ass, I need me a shot of that
Lil mama get gangsta for me, stuff it in your Prada bag)
That's right, she's got something that I wanna see
That's right, so if she leave, she fucking with me
That's life, twerk something, work something, hurt something
She wanna check, check this shit out like a verse coming
They rip their neck and run their mouth when they heard something
Dre dropped another one and fucked around and murdered something
Club filled with dead bodies
If not then you a zombie, I'm not gonna feel sorry
You pass out from it, get drunk, get blunted
Do what you wanna do, drug test on you

Lotta money when I talk
Big mills, big deals 'bout a hundred in a vault
Sit still, that real, lotta haters throw salt
They lost big Game give a fuck how you feel
I fear she just might just pop that pill
And feel on me all night till the tip spill
Tip scales with her waistline, sex with the bass line
She gon' fuck a snare drum one drink at a time

Blow right, hoes fight over my name
I got my dough right, hustle running all in my veins
It's forty days, forty nights if I'm making it rain
I reign supreme, a bottle and some bomb-ass weed and we good

If you got drugs in this motherfucker
Let me see your hands in the air
Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us
So let's get high off something
High of something, high of something
'til your mothafucking brain don't function
High of something, high of something

Fireworks when I spark, yellow tape
Lotta chalk thought you said you a boss
Big deal, bitch chill, pulling out that black card
Showin' off big spendin', letting alcohol spill
I feel she might just get too faded
X-rated that's what I like glad that you made it
To this ceremony at hand, take a sip lets plan
For the future, introduce you to Snoop get you right and

May I, kick a little something for G's and
Make a few ends as I breeze through?
The shit on my hip is a fucking preview
And guess what it lead to

If you got drugs in this motherfucker
Let me see your hands in the air
Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us
So let's get high off something
High of something, high of something
'til your mothafucking brain don't function
High of something, high of something





Yeah DJ Khalil lets go

Overall Meaning

In this song, The Game is boasting and flexing his wealth and power, surrounded by bitches and bottles, and showing off his ability to do whatever he wants. The lyrics showcase his party lifestyle, which involves drugs, alcohol, and sex. The chorus encourages the crowd to get high off something and to take a drug test, indicating The Game's carefree attitude towards drug use.


One interpretation of these lyrics is that The Game is portraying the darker side of fame and success, in which individuals are constantly driven to seek out more intense experiences to feel alive and escape reality. The lyrics suggest a sense of invincibility and recklessness, as well as a disregard for the consequences of drug use.


Another interpretation of the lyrics is that The Game is using the song to express his awareness of the temptations and vices that come along with success, advising listeners to indulge in their desires without fear of judgment or shame.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm in this mothafucker doing what I wanna
I'm doing whatever I want in this situation


Ten bottles, ten bitches, go with my persona
I've got ten bottles and ten women that fit my image


Pull up in that Enzo then I do donuts
I come in with a bang and show off by doing stunts in my Enzo car


I'm that cool, cashews, make 'em all go nuts
I'm so cool that I make people go crazy


That's right, she's got something that I wanna see
She has something that I'm intrigued by


That's right, so if she leave, she fucking with me
If she tries to leave, she's messing with me


That's life, twerk something, work something, hurt something
That's how life is, you have to work, shake and even hurt sometimes


She wanna check, check this shit out like a verse coming
She's intrigued and wants to check me out like I'm about to spit a new verse


They rip their neck and run their mouth when they heard something
People turn their heads and gossip when they hear something interesting


Dre dropped another one and fucked around and murdered something
Dr. Dre released another song and it's so good that it surpasses everything else


Club filled with dead bodies
The club is so full and wild that everyone looks dead


If not then you a zombie, I'm not gonna feel sorry
If you're not partying hard enough, then you're like a zombie and I don't care


You pass out from it, get drunk, get blunted
You get so messed up from partying that you pass out or get high and drunk


Do what you wanna do, drug test on you
Do whatever you want, but just know that you'll be drug tested


Lotta money when I talk
I have a lot of money and my words reflect that


Big mills, big deals 'bout a hundred in a vault
I have big transactions and money worth hundreds in a vault


Sit still, that real, lotta haters throw salt
I keep it real and true, but people always try to hate on me


They lost big Game give a fuck how you feel
Those who go against me lose big, and I don't care about their feelings


I fear she just might just pop that pill
I'm worried that she might take drugs


And feel on me all night till the tip spill
She will touch me all night until the end


Tip scales with her waistline, sex with the bass line
Her curves match the amount of money we spend, and we have sex to the rhythm of the bass line


She gon' fuck a snare drum one drink at a time
She will dance and party hard as if she's doing it one drink at a time


Blow right, hoes fight over my name
I'm so popular that girls fight over me


I got my dough right, hustle running all in my veins
I have my money under control and the drive to keep hustling


It's forty days, forty nights if I'm making it rain
I will make it rain and spend extravagantly for forty days and forty nights


I reign supreme, a bottle and some bomb-ass weed and we good
I am the leader and have everything under control with a bottle and some high-quality weed


Fireworks when I spark, yellow tape
There's excitement and danger when I get involved, enough to signify yellow tape used for police investigations


Lotta chalk thought you said you a boss
There's a lot of chalk being used just because someone thought they were a boss


Big deal, bitch chill, pulling out that black card
Calm down, don't get too excited, and let me pay with my black card


Showin' off big spendin', letting alcohol spill
I'm flaunting my wealth by spending big and not caring if drinks get spilled


I feel she might just get too faded
I'm concerned that she might get too drunk or high


X-rated that's what I like glad that you made it
I'm into explicit things and I'm happy that she's on the same page


To this ceremony at hand, take a sip lets plan
Let's celebrate and plan everything we want to do while drinking


For the future, introduce you to Snoop get you right and
I'll make sure you're on the right track by introducing you to Snoop Dogg


May I, kick a little something for G's and
Can I perform a little something for the gangsters?


Make a few ends as I breeze through?
Can I make some money while I casually move through?


The shit on my hip is a fucking preview
The thing on my hip is a sneak peek of what's to come


And guess what it lead to
And you can guess what will happen because of it


If you got drugs in this motherfucker
If you brought drugs here


Let me see your hands in the air
Let me see if you admit it by putting your hands in the air


Narcotics in the club and the ladies love us
There are drugs in the club and the women like being around us


So let's get high off something
So let's get high on something


High of something, high of something
Getting high off something, even if it's not drugs


'til your mothafucking brain don't function
Until you're so messed up that your brain doesn't work


High of something, high of something
Getting high off something, even if it's not drugs


Yeah DJ Khalil lets go
Let's start things off, DJ Khalil




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JAYCEON TAYLOR, CALVIN BROADUS, STANLEY BENTON, SYLVESTER JORDAN JR., BRIAN HONEYCUTT, JERMAINE COLE, EARL HAYES, KHALIL ABDUL RAHMAN, DANIEL TANNENBAUM, KENDRICK LAMAR

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