Lyrics:
ain't up niggaaa
[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)
I
my has been
My love line, my blood line
Memories come flashin'
My neighborhood, ma old G's
The young niggas behind me
The don't spread, the hustle
Eenie meenie miney mo
Catch a bad chick by her toe
If she holla
If-if, if she holla, let her go
She's indecisive, she can't decide
She keeps
tight take a tramp make her holla champ
Overnight got the yola if your money right
Solid TV's PlayStation with the B.G
It's all gravy playboy cause it's
ya, "No"
I’m holdin’ down the spot, ‘cause
Bitch niggas hit the road, fuck ‘em!
But I know real G’s never fold
It make me wanna - holla
Ridin’ in
wanna be a D.O.G no more
Baby-girl, your love is so good and sex is so good
Tonight, I gotta stay by your side
Groov' zook
G luv, G luv, G luv
Groov' zook
bring his girlfriend to club
Freaking all on the floor with his girlfriend in the club
And wondering why all these players trying to holla at her
Just
paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour, yeah
I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me to roam
So she call me cabron
could tell by da car
Champagne cavior
I say i love you
And i laugh
[Chorus:]
[Nate Dogg]
Ridin' in my car
And im listening to the radio
Im listening
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
blunts, huggin' that bitch, in love with the weed
Pineapple drink, I sip by the water
Can't fuck with no bitch that disrespect my baby mama
42, I pour it
up on r luck
Made it out the ghetto but im still chasing bucks yes
Yes an i love momma dukes smiling at me glad
When im riding n my coop me n toody
go let's go (Whoop)
Stacking my dollars
I'm popping no bottles
So holla I'm saving my way to an M
Don't need me no models
They still wanna follow me
Eenie meenie miney mo
Catch a bad chick by her toe
If she holla
If-if, if she holla, let her go
She's indecisive, she can't decide
She keeps
of a gangsta beat
All my homies tellin' me
Ain't no love for a real G
Straight cowards all you playa haters kill me
Throw up your hands if you feel me
We
I holla how you doing and she say what's up
Then she went on to tell me that she love my truck
I got my lady at home but what the fuck
Here you go,
Up
Hold Tight
Cool G
More Life
True Tings
Wonder why we don't chill no more
Be like wha'gwarn for a chit chat
Yes fam
Holla Back
Hit Me Up
What You
gangsta
We pulling up all on ya set
Let me holla at ya gangsta
She show me love she give me neck
She wanna swallow a playa
I keep it so G
I dont tell
they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck
But homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's up
I see Xzibit in
not all of us born to win (Nope)
Judge me by my color and the clothes I wear
(Fuck) they say "Love is love, " nigga
Not around here you niggas on percs
believe that
I fell into a little tree sap
I got a woman at home, ain't fell in love where the weeds at
Started off with a dime, but by the time I was
into a little tree sap
I got a woman at home, ain't fell in love where the weeds at
Started off with a dime, but by the time I was thug
She was less
Four times for the riddles
You know these bars everywhere we go
You know who us are
You could tell by the car champagn, caviar
Bubble bath, I say I love
Imma night walker
Big spliff Light sparker
Shot caller from a hit row
Top dolla
Know to make bitch holla
Weaned to be the meanest
And I come around
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