Lyrics:
breda a real OG
Watch yo own family a hate or pree
That's why mih trust ina G.O.D
Caz tho art can comfort me
Them will smile ina face and plot fi yo death
[Mack 10]
Microphone check I.O. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna
Moved to California blew
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
a O.G., never had cold feet
You end up with no teeth, nigga "U Don't Know Me"
I'll knock ya off ya feet, put holes in ya 'til ya clothes leak
Toss this
S-I-D-O-B-T-I-G-H-T-A-I-D-S-D-I-E-S-E-K-T-E
A-doppel-g-r-o-b-e-r-l-i-n-f-i-c-k-d-i-c-h
S-I-D-O-B-T-I-G-H-T-A-I-D-S-D
Never coming back, D.O.A., D.O.A. (Whoo)
Heartbeat gon flat, D.O.A., D.O.A.
(Ayyye)
World on my back, D.O.A., D.O.A.
(Yuuhhh)
Gotta make last,
s'dévêtir
T'inquiète, man, on fait les rimes
Y'a qu'les vrais G's qui sont indispensables
ABBA, j'suis c'gars qui s'active sans tracas
Souvent ma rime
Forget you and the NWO
You aliens go back to the UFO
I believe in G-O-D
If you don't then your a D-O-G
I'm hard to find like Ltd
Don't act like a G behind
sexting
Ha ha O-M-G l-o-l K-I-T Smiley faces X and O's L-M-F-A-O
My girl went through my cell phone
My girl went through my cell phone
My girl went through
.C.
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
Ballz part two huh?
Peep game broadcasting
Provided by mother fucking emina huh?
[Daz Dillinger] (in background)
Enema!!!
[W Ballz D
Shit, I'm a changed man
Ayy, turn the lights out
Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch
You know how we swing this shit, look
By age sixteen I sold
mind (G Funk, we funk, G Funk, we funk)
see Knight-
Well, can I expand my mind
like a rubber band, its me niggy Knight man
niggy Knight
yeah)
'Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E (uh)
And can't another brother cook these delicacies
Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One
Walk
Heard them verses from your fave on G.O.D.
That boy ain't tough.
Gettin' exploited by his boonzy.
Only hard when he off them drugs.
Get him his meds
us X-Lax
E.S.G. and Double D, so motherfucker respect that we some
[Hook]
[Double D]
We ghetto fabulous, we run hoes in condos
Them dumb hoes that
Beenie Man
Hippie like Ginuwine
The way your body dey bang bang
Na by design
And if you gimme chance
Love the way your booty twerk
You make that body work
I woke up I'm feelin' good
I'm G-double-O-D I'm good
I woke up I'm feelin' good
I'm G-double-O-D I'm goody good
I woke up I'm feelin' good
I'm
my G's
2 Colossal, the dream
Skoze, Lowko, Gully, Sniper
Can't forget Beenie G
No we can't forget cah
Started making that madness
Started making them
you in
Cause if you not
We gonna make you
R-u-n
If you want to
Do the talking
Let my niggas
G-u-n
Growing up
As a youngin
Had to be
A m-a-n
They m-a-d
Yeah Yeah
Let me tell you what my girlfriend looking like
She wit her jeans in D&G
Homies breaking they neck just to see her body da da da
Shawty
We bout to blow it, yeah, Rebel Music, raise your hand up
4th Disciple, G.G.O., 4th Disciple, G.G.O.
Razah, G.G.O., Razah G.G.O.
4th Disciple,
yeah)
'Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E (uh)
And can't another brother cook these delicacies
Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One
Walk
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