Lyrics:
[Mr. G]
Oh yes it's I
The gangsta that be leavin' niggas bloody
Told ya that you can hurt
Mr. G gettin' nutty
You get hauled off
My clique'll break
and shells in the lambskin
Two deep by Pelle Pelle
Westside how they felly fell
More G's on me, than a late 80's Gucci leather
Worn by the great Rakim
to holla at shiniqua
Champagne for me and my peopa
VIP'ing, LBC'ing, DPG's, they'll be G's
Until the end of time, and will continue to shine
My games
nonstop to the NYC
Warren G, with the gangsta three's, oooh wee!
[Warren G]
And the win, on the 7-10 southbound
Duece and gin, getting guzzled down by
don't want no scrub
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me
Hangin' out the passenger side
Of his best friend's ride
Trying to holla at me
I don't
You need fitness, nigga
Ridiculous how I spit this
Off the tip, tip, of my high
Get my dick tip sucked by your thot
On my cot on the cot, on my yacht
with me, bounce with me, G-G-G-G-G
Can you bounce with me, bounce with me, yeah-yeah-yeah
Uh-huh uh-huh bounce with me, bounce with me
Can ya, can
with me, bounce with me, G-G-G-G-G
Can you bounce with me, bounce with me, yeah-yeah-yeah
Uh-huh uh-huh bounce with me, bounce with me
Can ya, can
Uh, uh, uh, uh, it's big pimpin' baby
It's big pimpin', spendin' G's
Feel me, uh huh uh, uh huh
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah
You
fine
Besides
I define
Religion
By the back spinning
Of the rap spitting
On the mic
Like a baptize
Imply and analyze
Do I just tantalize
Snake eyes cause
disposed of
And snitches get dealt with, with no love
Body bags of adversaries that I had to bury
I broke the law and they jaw, all in the same flurry
Or get low
Get low, get low or get right, right
Holla killer kill for the villa, Big Mike, Big Mike
Get low, get low or get right, right
Holla killer
Mack with the cheese
Passionate g
Don't ask me for weed in the back of a passenger seat
It's a hassle for me Devil keeps thinking he can dance with
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
Another day another dollar as I holla to the world
I love the way I'm living
Love the Gucci love the girls
Love the parties and the clubs
Love
Friday Saturday
Don't let no girl no bitch (hey) no man no nigga get in my way
I keep my gun with me (always) for peace I keep it right by my side (.45
Ya see me on patrol in ya hood on yo block
Holla
[Chorus: x2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love (show me love)
Cause worldwide
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
my hand, point blank
Smell, it touch it, rub it
Hug it, love it
Number one subject, keep me rubbin'
G5 on the jet to Dublin
I need that money,
holla back
plays are set,
spendin stack
feelin that, let me know and just holla back
up north what you want
dirty south what you want
all my people in
And a lotta people go
Afflicted by what I'm spittin'
Boi ya worse than a eoh
And you already know
I be droppin' this G
Shit for real I make hits
Really I
And a lotta people go
Afflicted by what I'm spittin'
Boi ya worse than a eoh
And you already know
I be droppin' this G
Shit for real I make hits
Really I
And a lotta people go
Afflicted by what I'm spittin'
Boi ya worse than a eoh
And you already know
I be droppin' this G
Shit for real I make hits
Really I
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