Lyrics:
'cause we are {livin l-i-i-fe}
Thug style, Hennesey, Blazin treez,
Gettin g's, indeed, 'cause we will {do or d-i-i-i-e}
Right now by any meanz
{Words
representing from the east to west coast
We G'z boy golds in our mouth pants down low representing that dirty south
I'm by the store rain sleet hail or snow
Hennesey, Blazin treez,
Gettin g's, indeed, 'cause we will {do or d-i-i-i-e}
Right now by any meanz
{Words is bond word is bond}
Uhhhhh...
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
G's up
All the real ones link up
Everybody put your hands up
'Cause it's a rude bwoy link up
Smoke some weed and den we drink up
That's how the real
the noise you was kickin', you could kill that
The dance floor on E we can feel that, still black, this is the real rap
Something you can feel, when you
right and if you get locked up
I hope you stay tight but I doubt it you'll
Passed around every night by the real G's
That are in there for real things
Em* 322003 (gmaj6)
Intro
See slide up to d (repeat) d see
G (1st position) g (add an e on the d string) g see d (*riff)
G (1st position) g (add an e
(Chorus)
I play the game by the G code,
Play the game by the G code,
Being real is all that i know
I live my life by the V code
Live my life by
F-E-E-L-I-N-G-S
F-E-E-L-I-N-G-S
F-E-E-L-I-N-G-S
F-E-E-L-I-N-G-S
It's not that hard to deceive
I wore my heart on my sleeve
I'm in love with
put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica, guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
in sport
Don't fuck with E
We be stars like Givenchy
Make those G's just like Gucci
She F's with us just like Fendi
She ah real bad gyal just like
the B.G. is in affect
From the 3rd to tha 17th a nigga be chillen' on the set
I'm a Uptown solja, can't stop that 13th
Real, real niggas, we be chillen' off
the microphone continue with my devilish deeds
'Cause all I see in my M-I-N-D
Is D-P-G for L-I-F-E
And all I see on the M-I-C
Is another mangled MC opposin' me
Yeaaah yeeeaaaah
Chillin with my boy on his birthday
I'm that young G, yeah M-o-e
Gotta bring my partna in yeah that Pokey
He's comin out that
believe, my nigga
G-O-O-G-L-E my nigga, you see my nigga
He put me in the race to take the lead, my nigga
Billionaire Boys ice cream, my niggas
See
lovløs by for real mayne (det er en by for G's en gangsters paradis)
De sier Bergen er en lovløs by for real (det er en by for G's en gangsters paradis)
gon' wreck shop, watch me do it
This ain't '94 ho
[Interlude: Big Moe]
Yeah yeah
Chillin with my boy on his birthday
I'm that young G, yeah M-o-e
Gotta
gon' wreck shop, watch me do it
This ain't '94 ho
[Interlude: Big Moe]
Yeah yeah
Chillin with my boy on his birthday
I'm that young G, yeah M-o-e
Gotta
It's hard, hard 'cause you make me feel good
('Cause you make me feel good)
F.E.E.L G.O.O.D, yes I feel good sing it with me
F.E.E.L G.O.O.D, yes I feel
tha first
G,but his monkey ass rolled away in a hurst G. So Im feeling some what
relieved,just another day
in tha life of tha E-Z. A real G so forget
an invasion
But, yo, I can't go on
Because this is the end of my part on the last song
Real G from the streets, villianous when he speaks
For all you
(Big Moe)
Yeaaah yeeeaaaah
Chillin with my boy on his birthday
Im that young G, yeah M-o-e
Gotta bring my partna in yeah that Pokey
Hes comin out that
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