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When every sense is in mono
Walk by faith, you appear
I want to live in stereo
I can't get there from here
Without a G\od-directed go
of rap
foreign on some rims cruising hollywood with your O.G bitch head bobbing in my lap
With my city on my brim, rolling up some lye with a caramel brown
Mo ni dagger wa pelu peter
Grr grrr Ta grr g ta
Where's my doe you dey send me sticker
Black air force you no get choice
You already know sey the man
fold
Yeah I'm too G and I won't fold on my soul (On me)
I'mma fix my teeth and get some golds (On G-O-D)
And I got a notebook full of goals (On G-O-D
E.S.G. | City Under Siege | SUPER STAR | Wreckchopped & Screwed | Chopped and Screwed | Featuring Devin The Dude and Double D
(*talking*)
Ah
K'dala ndi Roller nigga
I'm an OG
Now Niggas Follow Me
Aph' eKasi iVaar I Keep it Low Key
I'm an O.R.G
Am an ordinary man
With an ordinary gang
Here
ich so flow
muss ich B-ton das ich im Studio wohn
ich er-C euch nichts nee ich schwör
vergesst mal D-struktiv mit kon- kommt man höher
kommt kommt mal
can be damn sure
I'm probably
Retarded to a degree,
Screwing with these
Gears in my D O M E
I mean O M G
I'm a god with the flow in these,
Slow ass
Because I love the black faces
So put your bible in the attic cause I didn't come for static
The True and Living G-O-D
It ain't no mystery
to the T-O-P
Then I will be D-O-N with the E
I rock New Jersey and N.Y.C.
Whether it's at a club or a block party
To my man Capri, Starchild and Brucie Bee
her that D, 'cause that's where I was born and raised in
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy (swerve)
Your chick, she so thirsty (swerve)
I-I-I-I-I'm
Speed with the bluff,
Things you love,
The chronic buzz,
Hustler-d with it cuz,
K-O-T-T-O-N-M-O-U-T-H-K-I-N-G
Drunk in this bitch, get drunk in this
Yeah, it's about that time, yeah
Time ta take off partna, alright
Hustle Gang, uh huh, G-D-O-G
Get your doe or die partna
Yup, let's go
Still
hall shit
They prayin' on my motherfuckin' downfall bitch like a drought but
You gon' get this rain like it's May weather
G.O.O.D. Music, Ye weather
huh yeah, bloodstone the street preacher
wit da homey A.D., west coast G.
I DONT CARE WHAT YOU HEARD ABOUT
BUT YOU CANT GET A DOLLAR OUTTA
the G.O.A.T
They call me the G.O.A.T
Peep the position I hold
It's like I went under oath
They call me the G.O.A.T
They call me the G.O.A.T
Peep the position I
like a pimp would
It's Snoop D O Double G, I'm in your neighborhood
I make it crack-a-lack, do it just like that
Take a sip of this, *** have a puff
would
It's Snoop D O Double G, I'm in ya neighborhood
I make it crack-a-lack, do it just like that
Take a sip of this, nigga have a puff of that
You
Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Who me?
I take this open beat (Yeah)
I smoke myself to sleep (Alright)
Got myself for free, yeah, ayy
Made a left right up
by the rules M.O.B M.O.B
If there's money to be made holla me, holla me, properly
I preyed on the game like a G got no time for these hoes man i stay
Buachaill o/n E/ireann Me/'s bhe/as faoi fe/in caili/n deas o/g,
Ni/ iarr fain bo/ spre/ le/ithe ta/ me/ fe/in saibhir go leor,
's liom corcaigh 'a/
Yeah it's about that time, yeah, haha
Time to take off, partner, alright?
Hustle Gang, uh huh, G-D-O-D
Get your doe or die, partner
Yup, leggo (Ayy)
to the heat
I'm not descreet when it comes to the dogg
I'm a real O like eight-ball
We see now us by the gang-banging
Crack-slanging, entertain us
Sipping
B.O.O.S.T.E.R.G.O.L.D
B.O.O.S.T.E.R.G.O.L.D
I just talked to God on the ouija
Board
Don't play yourself
Cuz son you next
Everything on my accord
Its
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