Lyrics Special - The Game feat. Nate Dogg

Ah man

Hey Game, don't tell me you love her
(I mean I like the bitch I don't love her)
Next thing you know you gon' be all boo-boo'd up with her and shit
(Fuck that)

Girl I'll do anything to make you feel special

Man it's easy to see you're special to me
Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be
I want you to know, you're special
Girl I'll do anything to make you feel special
Man it's easy to see you're special to me

Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be
I want you to know, you're special

LAX to JFK, that's where it all happened
Caught you walkin' out that Gucci store in Manhattan
I was in chains and cuffs, you was wit'cha girls
I was in that Aftermath chain, you was in pearls
It was me against the world, baby girl
You had dreams of stardom
The Prince of Compton meets the Queen of Harlem
First date at Mister Chao's it was kosher, I wore culture
The fur, the Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada, Dolce
You're runnin' circles in my living room, tearin up sofas
McLaren or Rover, fuck it ma let's tear up the highway
Let the Sprewells spin 'til the plates fall off
Then we can go one-on-one in Dre's house
Jeans painted with the waist cut out, you rock 'em the fly way
That lil' bit of Compton mixed with Bed-Stuy way
And girl, I'm not tryin' to excite you, I'm tryin' to wife you

Bamboo earring, white Air Nike you, yeah

Girl I'll do anything to make you feel special
Man it's easy to see you're special to me
Weather we lovers or friends, we'll always be

I want you to know, you're special
Girl I'll do anything to make you feel special
Man it's easy to see you're special to me
Weather we lovers or friends, we'll always be
I want you to know, you're special

I like your style, like the way you move, the way you talk
The way you smile, the way you swingin' them hips when you walk
The way you look, the way you ride when you workin' them thighs
The way you lickin' your lips when you look in my eyes
You down for me? I'm down for you
You go down on me, I'll go down on you
I wanna do all the things that your man won't do
I'm from the hood, so I know how to handle you

Keep you in pink rocks and G-unit canvas shoes
Show you how to gangsta lean when the Lambo move
I'll take you to New York City, Atlanta too
Show you how to fly them birds and them hammers through
And you know

Girl I'll do anything to make you feel special
Man it's easy to see you're special to me
Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be
I want you to know, you're special
Girl I'll do anything to make you feel special
Man it's easy to see you're special to me
Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be
I want you to know, you're special

Let me tell you 'bout the birds and bees
How I stand on the block all day and flip birds and ki's
Your boyfriend don't like me, 'cause he don't get a fourth of my cheese
And you can take back the Porsche and his keys
Hop in the Range Rover, you ain't gotta force him to leave
I gotta chrome four-four in my jeans
You got Gucci frame coverin' the mark on your face

'Cause he don't want you to leave and I don't want you to stay
Sometimes I wanna snatch that nigga out his CLK
I know he treatin' you the way K-Ci did Mary J
I wanna, ease your pain, kick off your Louis sandals
Let me, wipe your tears with my G-Unit bandana
You make me wanna peel you out them jeans when you rockin them
It's "Me and my girlfriend" like 2Pac and them
Jay-Z and Beyonce, or Bobby and Whitney
We the o-five Bonnie and Clyde, feel me?

Girl I'll do anything to make you feel special
Man it's easy to see you're special to me
Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be
I want you to know, you're special
Girl I'll do anything to make you feel special
Man it's easy to see you're special to me
Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be
I want you to know, you're special