Lyrics:
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
This that "cool music"
Haven't heard it
"He was 'sposed to be in school" music
He ain't that cool... (weirdo)
He ain't supposed to feel the love
Up out of there
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Pump that up G
Ah shit, you done fucked up now
Ain't nothing but a gangsta party
You
the path that we've chosen (Yes)
I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm living ain't right
Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back
Staten Island gully, you dig? It's getting ugly
And I ain't found a court that can judge me, the block love me
Like nines to the side of the skully,
dope
Tossed and turned in my sleep that night
Woke up the next mornin, niggas had stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in
Oye!
Let me get a little more chamoy
Oye!
[VERSE 3: CRIS G]
Uh-huh, yeah
Just by the way that I talk and I walk
You know I got the sauce
The way that
goes
Love God, Love People
Ain't nobody got no time for hating
Jeremy G
I ain't ashamed
To be preaching
This Gospel
Even if folks
Are not cool
I'll still
This is for the real g's
It ain't nothing but a gangster party
Respect Verse
Later On That Day
My Homie came Through
I Wanna Take The Time To
Give c
a plane
I got Gucci shades
Ain’t no numbers ain’t no games
Take this shit right by the reigns
I could show you all the things
Come and take my hand don’t
the women see that I'm the dude hella smooth
Dolce and gobanna in my linen to G's inside my pockets I be playing by the money rules
of hearing it ain't that deep from niggas standing in the shallow end
I hate a false ass narrative run by an odd ass character
Knowing the energy ain't
Motherfuckin' G's
If you got it better flaunt it
Another warrant for 2 of America's most wanted
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but
Motherfuckin' G's
If you got it better flaunt it
Another warrant for 2 of America's most wanted
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but
Motherfuckin' G's
If you got it better flaunt it
Another warrant for 2 of America's most wanted
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
whiter than Anglo-Saxons
Make it a 1X Tall
Crispy with the cotton fashion
That's fashion if you come where I'm from
Compton California
One love
love my bad bitch, but I love that chopper too
Poppin' tags, she like shopping bags, look at all her shoes
Ain't no limitations when you popping
the box
Cup got ice to the top
Pouring that drank in my pop
But you way more special
You ain't too extra
You the type to hit Starbucks
And order
and pick it apart, sick when we get in the car
Yeah, now better do it, grr, Imma rip right through 'em
Cut 'em in half, butter that ass when I chew 'em,
ain't got time to waste time my nigga
Niggas gotta make time bro
The judge make time, you know that, the judge make time right?
The judge make time so
since the word go
Yeah you know this flow cold Eskimo
Whipping chickens got that sauce buffalo
I done lost some friends by the way
I done bought a new
be my type ohh
Omo man mi love the way you wine ohh
You a natural beauty
Come over here my little cutie
Nah I ain't boujie
I got standards that's why
fees gave me commissary in the county
Said she don't let you beat that pussy
Stay clean as a whistle
If we get pulled over right now
This bitch
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