Lyrics:
name was Usher
But I'm still ridin' in macks, makin' 'em G stacks
And got them corn rows to the back
I ain't really tryin' to be picky
But if you
Written by Chuck Jackson and Marvin Yancy
I have a special message that I would like to leave with you
It's not anything real big, you can stick it
Smoke with me
Steady, blazin' weed, by the b-a-g'z
Cold G'z got your eyeballs spinnin', hoe winnin'
Flashin' me the tongue ring
Hopin' that she can get in
no dime, you a East coast 8
Yo, Chuck Strangers bringing danger
Your album is not in my changer
I emerged from the tombs into a new chamber
bounce than an ounce (Death Row, Death Row)
Shucks, stomping in my big blue Chucks
More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditching you, klutz
alone knock-a
A clock on my chest proves I don't fess
I'm a clock-a, rock-a rockin' wit-da-rest
Flavor in da house by chuck-d's side
Chuck got da
the street, yeah, yeah
This shit here gettin' deep, yeah, yeah
I got the pool right by the beach, yeah, yeah
My nigga said, "Fool, that's the ocean," yeah
I
blunted
I'm frontin' 'bout .44 mags and G rags
My khakis, t-shirt and Chucks stun ya
I zap you like a genie
You try to escape like Whodini
You plastic
I'm
to be a buddy of mine
Cause they know I got skills y'all can't prevent
When I lace a hit you impressive, none
You can take it as a lesson, son
If you was
classy, call me Megan Thee Stallion
Got a battalion can fit in a wagon, tripping like a dragon
I can come back like I'm Jackson, Ali, our album is slamming
see, the hood fucked up
I got a plan for the crisis
Bring the dope in on boats
And lower cocaine prices
That's stage one of my plan
To pass by depression
to you (By my side)
You know I'm talkin' 'bout, and I got my shit right here with me (By my side)
(There isn't everywhere you go that it's—) (By my side)
side you got to know
Keep a calico by the bedside, this what I'm all about
Now which one of y'all motherfuckers shot up my momma's house?
It
they be dancin
Killa scene Charles Manson
Foldin hundreds in Jackson
Whoah
Hit the scene start a movie
Diamond wet like jacuzzi
Got a rich nigga posture
I pop up
Plus, you just act tough cause Suge got locked up
I am above y'all, when you droppin your raps to diss me
I only recognize the top of your
[Greg Nice]
G-O-L-D gold and I've been told
It's too hot to hold you can get it sold
In the summer heat in the winter cold
Fourteen karat gold won't
G-Unit man, G-Unit video games
G-Unit everything man
When, every magazine stand you walk
By you're gonna see me
Every time you turn on your TV, you
and my bro will go to your block
Fuck a glock and a AK will chuck a big ass rock
While we see you in your own hood
We're G's so we don't give a fuck like
last album took care of my grandchildren (Ayy)
You tried to win, cracked your head on the glass ceiling (Ow)
What it is? Sick wit' it, it is
The way
And when straight to the moon
It's my ego
If I let it get the best of me
I'm the MF best you see
Chef Boyar-G, Dr. Dre x K Dot
I got the recipe, cookin'
silk to sew
We grow and take you back to like afros
And no quittin or gettin jumped by the system
Its all day, all play got verbs and such
And cuts
more toothpaste
(You ain't gon' do shit) Bitch, of course I is
You want this money, you gon' have to drive the course I did
I got that weight foundry,
official you're not tricking me
Thirty K nigga ain't shit to me
If you think my watch fake you can get a key
I got the golden ticket Chuck E. Cheese
Hold it
on Elm Street_, you Jason and I'm Freddy
We got a job to do, then it's a motherfuckin lick
Fifty G's on his ass, then it's a motherfuckin split
Me
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