Lyrics:
G-G-G-G-H ain't one of these fake MC's
My bars are the truth
I got no PhD but I'mma be away eventually
I'm a star in the booth
Go round town asking
to do
She would do what you say
Always keep it G
She wanna freak me in the Benz
I love hood rat things
With my lovers & my friends
I’m about to unleash
homies out the hood.
See, we ghetto millionaires, far away when we meet.
I think they watched us, P, 'cuz about when we speak.
See I'm too deep
Drive by shooter running from the helicopter
Poppin and I'm at it again
310 Still bangin Compton
Here we come
If anybody want the smoke. Talkin all that
about to go to them whose,
I'm so, and I'm so relaxed
I'm blowing, plus I'm blowing stag
So hope you bet, don't try to fry
Get up by the way you're
a hood I'm there
I told nigga last year, that I ain't care
You acting like the little nigga break yo, still don't care
Whoa so if you with it, I can hit
motherfucker, man
You know what I'm saying
Workflow
Produced by E-Town. 808
Drumhead shit
Man, what up
Hood Rich
That's by Prezz
What up
25 A G
doot doot doo
Speedholes in ya hood
Transparent everyone can see through you
Throw hands like Chuchu
Toriyama bars still Dr. Slump you
Fifty Cal no two
around with me boy
Your wrist like fuckin' a bitch with no see boy
I'm a G boy, get smoked by the P boy
Coke by the key boy, got dope and the E boy
Me
more, now she got a ring
Respect my wisdom like I respect myself
To to G I'll put you in a tree like the Keebler elves
You couldn't be The Mack if
cracked in the mouth
Want to be president, put me in office
My old ??? ran for European horses
Skiing off cliffs, G'ing off this
Rob banks, clearin
I'm
Confident that we handled funk like mothafuckin g's so all you bitches and
Snitches get ditches when my triple finga itches it's vicious for some
to train, so many ways
And I'm amazed, but not amused as such
We all brothers but some of us gettin caught in the clutch
Another, day go by another, day's
only barkin' (woof)
Y'all better beware of us
I'm eatin' chicken wings, mm, it's like chicken feed
Mm, I'm at the feed house smokin' all this
guys
And so you ask about the god DO
I'm top notch holdin my spot gun by my crotch
You think not I'm respected and feared around here
And so I must
the glock and make room
Shit man I got a 12 gauge with the infrared scope
I found a Tec 9 it use to be a radio
But now I'm a G, psycho, crazy
Fuck what you
You niggas hate me because I live like a champion
I'm eating scampian shrimp
And the vehicles I'm lampin' in you can't be in
I'm the one like Mr.
to reverse the outcome
I'm like, cluck
I'm not a biter
I'm a writer
For myself and others
I say a B.I.G. verse I'm only biggin' up my brother
Biggin' up
to reverse the outcome
I'm like, cluck
I'm not a biter
I'm a writer
For myself and others
I say a B.I.G. verse I'm only biggin' up my brother
Biggin' up
we ain't never breaking rules we stand on principle and it
We die by our respect we love the hood we love to trap we stand on G code
And Rest In Peace
I’m outta my mind
And make sense
At the same time
Drop a line
And make ya mind
Push play rewind
I’m tha Moore
Who sat by the door
Ready
Like all we be is thugs animals and g's
Tray was 17
We ain’t got no
Games
To be playing
My hair grow to God
Dreadlocks mean I’m super saiyan 4
Energy
losing his pride
They say I'm crazy because to me the walls be talking
They telling me G that you the next one in that coffin
Can sleep at night cause
World-wide in yo' hood
P gon' make ya say
Wooooo
[Chorus x2]
[Snoop Dogg:]
Man, I'm smokin' on some chop-chop from S-G-V
No Limit family wit'
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