Lyrics:
el Gorila. Los baby Real G 4 Life es lo que hay, oye mami tu juguetito sexual Galante, ta matándolos Jowell, jowell. El más suelto Este es Julio Voltio
Nam he got his beeper G
Meetin' up wid them damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily
Fab went to the store and get some papers nah a Swisher Sweet
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H
I got a gal in Kalamazoo
Don't want to boast but I know
She's the toast of Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
Years
jak nadzieja jest ze mną na pewno
Wiare w niebo obudzi kobietom piękno
Rzuci jak ściewo byś wiedział czym piekło
Świadom że będą iść własną legendą
the players play
So pour up if you up
If not then shut up
Cause tonight we gonna party today
(tonight we gon’ party todaaaayy)
Ain’t no way this youn
g fella
know bout shootin' by yourself and shots fly at your head
Daddy pray I make it home, cause he know bout the shit I did
Before I die, I bang my clip, ah
the G.O.A.T.)
Boom, boom
Grrah, grrah (everything dead)
(It's Carter, dickhead)
Like
How you dissin'? Like four of yo' homies is dead (what the fuck?)
I
[Mr. Sancho]
Come with us and let's toast
Chillin in the west coast
Finest City with the best hoes, San Diego
Feelin the urge to choken, token,
gonna
wreck the track
hurt the track
im hot on the track
CHORUS
Flo Dan
them boys are to die
aint on no long ting no lie
no more mr.nice guy
why
because
headteacher couldn't manage me
Fuck Mr. Hall, he's a prick (Hah)
And I'm still getting money in the Grove where the bangers be (Fuck him)
I could never get
Still on G shit, still on C shit
Everybody mad 'cause they thought
I wouldn't be shit ten-eight and Broadway
Niggas tried to murder me there
If you ain't
P en B.I.G geen brasse geken soos die, moenie se jy like dit nie
Hou jou bek en jol with me
He’s funky, he’s fly all the ouens think he’s kwaai
mandem we let it fly
No more Mr nice guy
Or when times man had a shotgun
I was raised in the era of shotgun time
Fed my boys I got them high
Times got hard
Millionaire, still got the strip locked
Uh (hahahaha)
I was-I was dreamin' 'bout this wealth, even when I'm with them shooters
Got the nina by my belt,
pade, ale věř mi, jsem pořád stejnej (Pořád stejnej), ayy, ayy
Jenom mě chtěj víc kurvy a zmrdi by chtěli bejt friends (Prosim)
Předtim to bylo jinak,
get some clothes that fit
Guess I changed my style, let me see, that's it
It was the G's, the trips, overseas, the chicks
Stopped squeezing the pen
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H
I got a gal in Kalamazoo
Don't want to boast but I know
She's the toast of Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
Years
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H
I got a gal in Kalamazoo
Don't want to boast but I know
She's the toast of Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
Years
looking for big tits and some butts
keeping an eye on my posible enemies
with my cuete tucked...what!
Mr. Sancho one of the original Califa Thugs
used
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H
I got a gal in Kalamazoo
Don't want to boast but I know
She's the toast of Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
Years
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H
I got a gal in Kalamazoo
Don't want to boast but I know
She's the toast of Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
Years
to get in ya drawers
I run the city of cars, they call me Mr. Diddy, the boss
You know me, the only G to willy a porshe
We get dough in all land
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H
I got a gal in Kalamazoo
Don't want to boast but I know
She's the toast of Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
Years
And no little bitches get by me, cause I check ID,
Kindly, step away from the cock if you ain't got the jist to freak/
Gimme your heiney - it'll fit -
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