Lyrics:
to the questions you keep asking me yeah
Better go and check yourself before you pass a G
Before you pass a G got a new 2-3 It'll pass a Jeep
Hell nah I ain't
motionless
D.P.G. and me, are the only G's these hoes came to see
Work that thang girl, pop that azz
You are now cultivated by the sounds of Daz
And, all
know we stayin playa made, you know we gotta strive
To the T-o-p, thats the top man
Ima come through nigga down to bring the pain
If these hoes down
hottest signed artist, don dada, to G
Street lord, rock bottom, Godfather and P
D-Boy, Rottweiler, Sean, Sada and Tee
Standin' on the corner three days,
Burberry, Dolce and Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies
They pay her, 'cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have
Burberry, Dolce and Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies
They pay her, 'cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have
C4 c4
And the CEO
Gucci Mane’s a G, G i’m tryna sell a P, P’s
From A to Z (From A to Z) you know about B
You know about B
You know I fuck with Wee
night city
Money, money, money
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Summer night city
Money, money, money
In the rich man's world
Den går på band!
Kan
be like 'Boyz N Hood', affiliated by my brothers
Worship higher powers, folks impoverished, drinking from the chalice
So they say it's his blood, be
mean pig if you try to brutalize our communities
Or try to take our weapons, we'll shoot you
Young niggas we H B G
Dumb energy A T P
Vibration high T H C
to everybody, shout to all y'all man, shout to Li'l Man, shout to (Miss Gartley) Dough Boy
Shout to Napo The Original 1500s, (Lupe), Bishop G
L-U-P-E, we still
things get better for you
'Cause I'ma make things get better for me
And keep it Doggystyle, hottest thing out the LB
The L-L-G wit D-P-G by the sea
We
I'm a real P-I-M-P
And I love the way the ladies shake that thang
From a real G-A-N-G
And the haters know this Dogg Pound Gangsta gang
Nigga you
G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I had to get P-A-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down
a good ally
Jizmak the Gusha, his legion was described
For many hours he barked at the tribe
But then, timely, the catering arrived
Booze, drugs,
Master P
Golds in They Mouth Lyrics
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
Them boys from the south.. got golds in they mouth..
Don't trust them when this sun
lames gotta G O/
OG in this bitch receipts ask my P.O./
Fly alpha male shit abiding by the G Code/
I smell and look like a million bucks/
Though I'm
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, shit
I remember I was just like you
Smokin' blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
'Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I
know about rice
Kick down that door, grown man talking bout score
These times I'm doing more life, soon take G's on tour
Mans been on it from time,
I still see P's
Gucci scarves back I still see G's
Prison visit's I still see C
Wandsworth to Hideout I still see B
Got into the graveyard I still see
change
In an age where the art justifies intellects
My campaign strives to re-elect the man who got struck by the bow and arrow
You're at yours to truly
tipsy, say no mo'
Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
Man she spilt
tipsy, say no mo'
Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
Man she spilt
that could cost you your grave man
Triple gold ones the mark of a dead man
So why you slanging the keys, drinking the g's watch your g's
Cause in my
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