Pest Control [LYRICS]The Game

​PEST CONTROL LYRICS

[Verse 1]

[Interlude: Kanye West + Game]

[Verse 2]

HOW MANY PEOPLE DOES GAME NAME-DROP IN THIS SONG?

32: Kanye West, Nicki Minaj, Cam Newton, Sway, Omelly, Allen Iverson, Beanie Sigel, Jay Z, Takbar, Wack 100, Quentin Miller, Drake, Safaree, Cassidy, Wale, Rick Ross, YG, DJ Kay Slay, 2Pac, Gucci Mane, Sean Kingston, Will Smith, Demarcus Cousins, Joe Budden, Kendrick Lamar, Snoop Dogg, Nipsey Husle, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q, E-40, Ice Cube, Dr. Dre

WHY IS THIS SONG CALLED “PEST CONTROL”?

“Rat” is another word for “snitch.” “Pest Control” is a play on words where Game continues to accuse Meek of snitching. This song is his way of keeping Meek in check.

WHAT HAS GAME SAID AFTER RELEASING THIS TRACK?

Game’s interview on The Breakfast Club addressed various rumors and provided a behind the scenes look at the beef:

Produced By: NY Bangers

Written By: The Game

Release Date September 20, 2016

Recorded At: Quad Studios

Samples: Jay Z (Ft. Too $hort) – A Week Ago

Remix Of: Young M.A – OOOUUU

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Two days after Meek Mill teamed up with Omelly and Beanie Sigel over Young M.A’s “OOOUUU” to send…

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[Clip from Belly ] »

All rats gotta die though »

In New York, Quad Studios, gettin’ high though »

Off that sour diesel and that hydro »

This nigga take an L every time he go viral »

Welcome to the West, and this ain’t

The Life of Pablo

Stay on that bullshit it’s gon’ start to feel like Chicago »

Keep it one hunnid, you Nicki Minaj sideshow »

Still chasin’ dreams, I made “Dreams” in ’05 though »

Ridin’ around, 10 Cam Newtons in the Tahoe

And when we touch down everybody catchin’ spirals »

Dressed in all black like the Panthers »

We seen your Sway freestyle, Omelly ain’t the answer »

You ain’t got the answers, man! You ain’t got the answers! (Kanye…) You ain’t got the answers! You ain’t got the answers, Sway! I’ve been doin’ this more than you! »

Niggas ain’t got the answers for me

You shoulda went and got A.I., left Beans in rehab »

Yeah, take Beans back to rehab

On Instagram lookin’ like a mothafuckin’ bean bag »

Flyin’ through Philly on them Wocky sticks

Punk-ass nigga, I’ll beat you with a hockey stick »

The nigga Hov gave you the game, you ain’t soak it

You was s’posed to throw up the Roc, not smoke it »

Talkin’ you gon’ be in L.A. in three hours

It’s a 5-hour flight, put this bum in the shower »

Pussy, I’m not a rookie, akhi, don’t push me »

Strapped, Ninja Turtles, nigga’s runnin’ with a rat »

Now Tak tell ’em how you coppin’ pleas on the jack »

Fuck runnin’ in the game, you gon’ be runnin’ into Wack »

You jumped Quentin Miller and now you don’t scrap

It was time to go at Drizzy and now you don’t rap »

Ask your bitch, she know I beez in the trap

You gotta move out of L.A., I’ll put them Bs on your back »

And Barbie keep her thumb in your butt

That Ken doll love gettin’ fucked »

Hide behind your niggas, you ain’t got the guts

Ridin’ dirt bikes with your ass on some nuts

Now you can pop a wheelie to that! »

I went from B-more to New York to Philly and back

It’s a lot of cheese at stake, this nigga really a rat

I fuck with Philly, but this nigga make y’all city look wack »

And that’s on Piru, yeah, I put the P on that hat »

You get hit with the Eagle, roll a Philly to that »

Now tell the world how you got your bitch

You FaceTimed Nicki while Safaree was fuckin’ a chick »

You ain’t shit but a rat to me, a snake that don’t rattle me

Lil’ homie won’t scrap with me, time to body his faculty »

I’m in traffic, B, bumpin’ this old Cassidy »

Meesha’s another casualty, fuckin’ with me’s a tragedy »

The louder your scream, the wacker the verse »

I put that dick chaser logo on the back of your hearse »

They say the meek shall inherit the Earth

So I went and dug your ass up, ’cause Drizzy buried you first »

And why you tryna pick on Wale?

You told me that you don’t fuck with Rozay »

And YG can’t give you a pass

I add 20 to your 40s, put the 60s on your ass »

And don’t try to whine to the Grapes »

You not the Rams, don’t come back to L.A »

I fuck around and catch an Uber to Slay

I’m a drama king, and a street sweeper with a K »

Nigga, this is 2Pac mixed with the old Guwop »

15 years, 30 mil’, nigga, who flopped? »

One good song, but you ain’t got a classic yet

Bought your first album, ain’t took it out the plastic yet »

Move from Philly to L.A. and think he Fresh Prince »

Sean Kingston got robbed and now you niggas best friends

Fat sloppy Twinkie eatin’ ass nigga

You ain’t got no pass, nigga, I’ma beat your ass, nigga

Jelly bean smugglin’ fuck-ass nigga »

I’ll get some clippers and cut your mama’s mustache, nigga »

Fuck your sister while you watch ’cause she’s kinda thick

And make that bitch take a knee, like Colin Kaepernick »

Now back to Squeak Milly, Meeky Mouse

You gon’ fuck around, get tied up inside Nicki house »

I got esés on Beaumont, posted like Cousins »

Waiting for the word to pump it up, like Joe Buddens »

Thou shall not fuck with Chuck,

»pawns are stuck »

Fold you up in boxes; Armani tux »

Louie sweats, armor tucked

Night night, use that pillow like a silencer, from dawn to dusk »

Get at me, you niggas gon’ see me in gloves »

Or see me in clubs with “Summer Sixteen” in the snub »

Lying on the Internet like you ain’t talking to twelve

Got the cops at my door, like they dropping off mail

I seen that fake paperwork on XXL »

Rat niggas chew through walls and leave you in cells »

Before you see me in jail, you will see me in hell »

You went and got the whole Philly, it’s just me by myself

I could have went and got Kendrick, went and got Snoop

Went and got Nipsey, Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q

Could have went and got E-40, brought Ice Cube back

And have Dr. Dre screaming “Meek Mill is a rat” »

It’s a wrap, red khakis, red Cincinnati

I’ma see you in the streets, don’t at me »

You like a boat with a hole you can’t sail

Meek Mill, me and Drake gave you them two LLs »

(Ooouuu, Ooouuu, Ooouuu) »

When these rats start snitching, break ’em off! »

(Ooouuu, Ooouuu, Ooouuu) »

When these rats start snitching, break ’em off! »

[Omelly]

Pussy nigga! (Mumbles)

I got on gold headphones, gold chain

Gold on my wrist, aim (Mumbles)

If you ain’t getting money, boy, you lame »

[Clip from Paid In Full ] »

You rat bastard! »

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