Lyrics:
holla
I'm gettin high today high today
Lookin for a brighter day brighter day
Fuckin with my G's from around the way
The way the way the way the way
laughed at all the boys, sissy, Ah Gua and gay ( Ah Gua)
Derogatory terms always saw the light of day (day)
G-A-Y-B-O-Y OK
G-A-Y-B-O-Y OK
G-A-Y-B-O-Y OK
(fire)
Fuck your album, that shit's not (fire)
Every time, you hear Chip drops (fire)
Touch the mic and ignite that (fire)
Grab the ganja and light
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
What it do nigga
This your nigga T-Streets bang bang
In the building
This young money
First up
My nigga, Gudda Gudda
Double "G"
Blap, blap
Rap game, crack game, cut it, cook it, chop it, record it
Album shop it, its all the same thang
Y'all look at these blue skies and think paradise
What it do nigga
This your nigga T-Streets bang bang
In the building
This young money
First up
My nigga, Gudda Gudda
Double "G"
Blap, blap
I'm systematic, hydromatic
I'm unorthodox like Lenny Kravitz
I don't play guitar, still on your radar
And you can help by screamin, fuck you
I can take you all around the world
Planes, trains, automobiles
Bentley or a Range, chromed-out wheels
First class ticket, G-4, you that deal
For
(night, oh)
Been working nine to five
All week, yeah
Hot girls and neon lights (light, oh)
The vibe is getting high
Good feelin'
T.G.I.
Thank God
Slide to the left and let yo' G homey get in
Glocs of Velveeta, yep I'm off the meter
Ride by and see ya with my hands on a heater
Wanna be like the O but
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
don't know what direction it's gonna go in
Or at what speed it's gonna go in
This project was like, all over the place
If you listen to Cruisin' By
inside couldnt believe my eyes Ridin at the highway, thangs going my way Tell by the earl pull the Bently in front Hit me with a G thang, fuck a blunt Tell
what we do in back of the lac
I'm like I'm up all for that, and every night her body gets jacked how bout
That
Gangstaa
G-Gangsta,
Gangsta
When I die, will I survive, or will I fade until there's nothin' left?
I second guess before I light up
Watch 'em white up
But I'm pressed
'Til
Man, you got issues, I feel sorry for you
Yo, shitting on me is so 2002 (Bitch!)
Turn your mic off, and turn the lights off
Whoever put your record
and turn the lights off
Who ever put your record out must have needed write offs
Who they play when the game's in a tight spot?
Slug, you can find me in
everything
I just makin' ma new album
이걸 보여주길 바래 so please mask on
모두의 입술 막힌 정돈 94
나머지 6으로 숨쉴 수 밖에 밖에 서로가
거릴 두지 이대로는 너의 향길 잊을 것만 같아
맞댔던 손과 함성 I'm about
I'm Tyson on the mic
Writing hooks like tomorrow they'll be cutting off my lights
See, I can do the bobbing and weaving all through the fight
Let your
didn't go that way. I might be way off track
Can't make an album about my life without my sisters bein part of the light
There were sometimes that we would
need
Dollar signs
Yeaa that's All I see
That's the difference
Between you and me
I get it now
By any needs
You getting handouts
You ain't a G
We was
don't mess with dude
I'm not impressed by you, that's not a flex by me
That's some real shit, it's just how I feel, my G
I wish someone real would try me,
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