Lyrics:
havin to wetcha
Let you in if you spin with me right
All the time so I can stay tight on the grind
That's my forte but won't flaunt it
Though you probably
just lay you down
Mix in sounds then bounce you out
High note hitter got her clippin' out
Got you so wet, finna end the drought
Make you scream
High Beam
Yeah
I promise you can't stop this
On the beat with my bros Jam Jam and Conscience
Waddup waddup
I'm just tryna be me
Hit them with the chorus
To do the G-slide, let me show you how
To G-slide
Let's Go!
Lil' Mama get it poppin' puttin' work
G-slide for me (Hey)
G-slide with me (Hey)
mystery, yeah, surely it's you and not me
And that's why I don't do self-pity but new you will still get treated shitty, and it ain't no mystery to see their
a nigga left with concussions, bring the end of discussion dog
You don't want to get me pissed off or ticked off your ass is fin to get pissed on
Not
competition call me Mister
When I Collude, with Mr. Len it's brainfood, strictly
Never again I let a record label trap me
Try to clap me, with paperwork
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I won't deny it I'm a straight ridah, ridah, ridah
Label me a trouble maker 'cause I'm a ridah
Death to you playa haters, don't
the start
so what you know my first name is like Mark
do me, never, no matter the weather
if you come you best a have your shit together
(Chorus)
There'll
see me finished
Niggas want me to see the ending
Still canoe down your block like water, you won't catch me slipping
Cops still taping scenes, fuck 12
with me you're probably gonna end up on the mic one way or the other
They go crazy when they show their mothers
From Emma and Druz to The Pineers
I'm going to get up in that ass
Shorty fix me a plate
Fried chicken French fries cold pepsi with ice
A minute left and I ? night
My only shorty
You
Sittin at a stop light, singin along
When I look in my rearview now, what would I see
If I didn't have the music in my history, now give it to me
[Chorus
showing them cops where we lounge at and where we be
Now when they see me they post up explode the turf G
Lawd have mercy
[Chorus until end with mixed
currency
But rock beautifully, no security with me
Hard times and prophecy
One idea, two children and three for virginity
Pure energy whenever you
a strong black man.
Every two weeks I see Sam,
Pitchin' out my check with no respect, but I still don't give a damn.
Because I gotta make my dough.
My
Zaytoven on the track
Zay-tiggy
Gucci
Gucci
So Watch Entertainment
Lets Go
[Chorus]
They call me Chef-Boy-R.G.
But hold that thought
Its
cruising all night!
Smokin on that quality!
N celebrating life, celebrating life! Yeah
N if I don’t make it by the end of the show!
You gone hear about me
The first to let you know, get some flood insurance
It ain't a rare occurrence when I overflow
You'll be backstrokin' from Alaska to Oakland
When me and my
homey, watch this!
Hey hey, boo what's up wit'cho friend?
(I don't know, nigga what's up with some ends?)
What? Wait a minute, hold up
Told you
a bitch
(B.G.)
I wanna see all my homies get on they feet
Ride camaros, sittin on momos
Lexus with D's and Vos, pimpin ain't easy but it less???
(Chorus
. Delores T., Screw her, I never knew her
I'm good, like milk mixed with calugha
Intimidated by the songs I made (why?!)
You soft like suede, I'm sharp
It’s gonna take a whole lot of words a ton of energy
20 bank accounts for you motherfuckers to see me
Call it a tour of duty
When I’m hunting for cheese
Rolling Stone called me the most open-minded redneck on the block
Yeah, but I ain't the first good ol' boy to mix country with his rock
See I grew
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