Lyrics:
like a quarter a mil
Hit ya by the tech and blow half your budget
I do it for the streets and **** love it
Just copped the new Bent, you know ya boy pay
ya (tell ya)
There ain't no bullshit to sell ya
Snoop D-O double G who wannabes wannabe
I got love for my folkers out in 'Lejo
And all my soldiers
hating this way
It's a holla holiday
[Shock G]
Move on, move, move on
[Chorus]
[Humpty-Hump]
So go on, na!
Doggonit, everybody get your love
Wooooh
Yeah
Welcome to tha Church: Volume II
Exclusive 213 (uh hah hah, uh hah hah)
Got my nephew Nate Dogg in the house
Nate Dogg holla at 'em
you holla sometime, holla !
And if you find another boy when I'm gonna be broke
See at rehearsal there in the pass by her
And when I find myself
called my phone like
"Holla they sayin' Cassidy let Calicoe
Hear his rounds for you" i'm like
"So? Like that's gon' save him"
Well at the face off I was
and gangsta!
[Chorus - Mr. G'stacka]
Now it's the pimp and the gangsta, stackin cheese
And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on 20 inch D's
We slide wit ease
the cush by the pounds
Nigga ankle blingin' baby wrist on freeze got
The pinky on the ice love a bitch wit gold teeth nigga hot
Girl nigga loving the G
and
No, I don't want no scrub
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me
Hangin' out the passenger side
Of his best friend's ride
Trying to holla
the freestlye verse
In the club you pack my gack in yo purse
She got the nuts on every G i know I love when you
holla fuck the 5-0 I'ma be
on your side when
shinin like some dishes
Patricia, Patricia, she love the way I stick her
I take her to the movies and now, she eat the dick up
Big bucks, no whammies
I had
a nigga dick and have it shining like some dishes
Patricia, Patricia, she love the way I stick her
I take her to the movies and now, she eat the dick up
automobiles to hotels on wheels
I got money for a room it's just the fact that I'm trill
Bitches love when I cruise up the boulevard
They have contests
and
No, I don't want no scrub
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me
Hangin' out the passenger side
Of his best friend's ride
Trying to holla
girl's nuts
I'm always picking the type that smell love
Ringing my line at twelve plus
Like G won't gimme no time he's well fucked
Can't have a minute
making paper, still we having fun
I hope by now it's proven, Nate and Warren G
Tightest combination in the industry
Here comes another one
I can see us
gimme vibes on vibes oh my God
I love the way you roll that yansh
Girlie gimme vibes on vibes oh my God
Make me want to stay by your side
Holla Holla
me too
Forever oh, I thought wen I reason every moment with you
My baby boo
Carried away by the moves and things you do
I bin say make u love me right
the noise to all my boys
Know the real from the bustas and the decoys
And if ya hustle like a real G
Pump ya fist if ya feel me
Holla if ya hear me
Learn
to this
So crazy I'm like tell all my money and push my whips
She knows she a bad one
Holla at her she like buss sumn
You fly put the sky on it boss up
and gangsta!
[Chorus - Mr. G'stacka]
Now it's the pimp and the gangsta, stackin cheese
And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on 20 inch D's
We slide wit ease
I keep it gangsta nigga
Wha
(50 Cent)
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love
Drop-dead
I'm gettin' money, know you really hate me
The rock said
Oww know your role, that new love is fake to me
I eat the pussy the best when I'm
riding new South, money piling new
South, girls love my fresh
Wanna holla new south
Country riding new South, money piling new
South, your girl on my dick
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