Lyrics:
the g's
'N' taught by the bosses howda stack that cheese
You got rich 'n' g shits still a part of you
'cause breakin' old habits so hard to do
You
to the floor, got together
And I tapped that ass, yeah
Repeat 1 (2x)
Yo Flex take em there
Oh, oh, oh, oh...
[Flex]
You know what I mean
Ginuwine, Funk Flex
we got history
Ginuwine damn how you fit up in dem jeans
Love me for my flaws I been gettin’ to these racks (Aye)
A lot up on my mind wish I really
A baby beam and shiny rings
See this is how we do things
When you're fuckin' with the kings of the streets
New York is all respected
But still we keep
[T.I.]
u got rich n g shits still a part of u cause breakin old habits so hard to do
u still watch for da haters n the rugged crew cause breakin old habits
inside
Gradually clearing my mind
I ain't got no reason to hide
I've got real Gs
By my side
I'm at peace
I'm free
I'm healing inside
Gradually clearing my
for my chessit and my rose
Come here shorty, hey
Girl you're lookin' fine
I heard your searchin' for a real love
And I'm really Ginuwine
I come to move
the opportunities for our families to make G's
Well we going straight to your cranium
From the sanitarium
Coming to you heavy like I'm powered by uranium
Pregnant with the bars
I came to deliver
These brothers want to test
But ain't got the liver
I'm cold with the flows
You could tell by the shiver
My girl she
(you wanna fight?)
I wanna light shit, you lose your life bitch (bee-yatch)
A nigga struggle too hard for what I got
(Hustle) and doubled every
Play hard like my name was Messi
Try beef me and things'll get tekky
Back out the ting and your gs all
Back out the
Step to my bro I'm laughin'
mo' (What?)
Aaliyah, then Ginuwine, Mag and two O's (Uh huh)
Outside production on Coko and Total
Fugitive want to buy the man for real
Got
the whip, I'm banging from my land to my six
Had you screamin' at the show saying Bassey's a hit
I got the gift and nigga's know I'm ready for this
Eyes
myself, me, my dope, me and my chrome
Got paid by cops and judges, I budge when I buzz
I got the City of Long Beach goin' crazy for drugs
I tellin' you
out my name
You know I 'll be there for you
You keep me running
Oooh baby you got me sprung baby
Don't have to think about it
All you gotta do
Pristine stacks in the Ripped jeans bells fly turn 5 into 10Gs Counterfeits them niggas pretend Gs
I'm too high I'm to fly for these simple Niggas
Hot boy
of inspiration
Without you, this shit would've not have happened
So thank you man, thank you
Ginuwine everybody, give it up for Ginuwine, come on
Whoo! What
talk down on me
Cuz they wanna be
What they can not be
And that is JD
You don’t got that Gene
I’m a different breed
I ball like Rasheed
Keep bout 30 Gs
for you
It's just a little test of all the things I'll do for you
Tell me, which way did she go
Pretty young thing in a GS4
Love was so bangin' had me
Got you freaking got you bouncing
Said we like it like that
Belly and Ginuwine and we just won't stop
Say ohho woaho ohh (ohho woaho ohh)
Say ohho
depends on who you ask too
Excuse me while I brag
Yeah Blacq he got that juice
You can bow down to it
OR you can gon and salute
Admit that I am the truth
you put the real in life
'Cause this is what my dreams feel like yeah
You know you fill my appetite so
I can't stop I got a thing for you
'Cause you
here by my side Switchin' light and the gas, that's no lie
I just wanna make sure you my boo Cause I promise I'm in love with you
You got me doin' things
Got say a lil somethin' to my fans (ah)
Since this is the end of the c.d.
I gotta say a lil thank you to all my fans and everybody that help.
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