Lyrics:
the bubble butch
All up in the party swangin' E's and C's
Wit a car full a heat, hope you want my beats
I came to the party dog by myself
Twenty out
Drink Hypnotiq and she roll big body
And she got a body, that is gangsta hottie
And she f*** with nothin but gangstas that is old O.G.'s (O.G.)
24's
[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]
What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I'll
[Intro is continued talking by "Pimpin' Ken"]
What you rhyme mayne? You always spend G's
How much cash you got that you can lend me?
Think I'll
turned out by my triple X
It's nothin new - I've ran up in a few
Hit the party had the hardest G's cuffin them too
Cause I'm a mack, the whole world
dangerous when you took it
Whattup it's the big boss Dogg
Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C.
And I'm bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube
dangerous when you took it
Whattup it's the big boss Dogg
Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C.
And I'm bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube
dangerous when you took it
Whattup it's the big boss Dogg
Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C.
And I'm bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube
tryna do, my nigga?
E'rything you talkin' 'bout, I been through my nigga
I'm original, busta I'm a D.P.G.
War Zone motherfucker in the midst
o'clock (woo!)
Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)
After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)
'Cause I'm a baller, thought I
per-son
Ah that you need to bob get involved
And weave with ease and please the steez with G's
Now, just to be at ease
'Cause this is it, legit, a hit,
Lately I got 10 g's let's go have some fun and kill
That's that fire that makes them dope fiends tweek
And when you run out don't hesitate to beak
You
all the time
That's what these muthafuckas think about me, they ain't made it
Mad 'cause niggas be tryna' ? ? ? some g's,
Smoke weed (? ? ? some g
Bang bang same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
[Slick Rick]
But I'm his Royal Slickness
(Burning our black skin)
Who's that janky-ass nigga with last?
Standing like a G pissing on America's flag
Dub C, the nigga from Westside
Westide Maad
Lie down, fair one and come away
'Til the rain is over and gone
G-g-gimme the beat now (face the music)
Leadline
(Face the music)
If the air
huh 4800 though
Cali street weed I don't do the medical
Ballin' like a nigga playing four quarters
My old head, Blazer, call him Terry Porter
T-G-O-D by
in here
Double M G we've been here
Straight from the north side
Right by the project how did I get here
Sippin' on lean with a bad ass bitch
From
anywhere that you can't go
I lay your ass down by a halo
Southside, G-Road, that Clayco
Can't forget about Heaven and Harmony
Ain't nobody out there
And doin' dirt ain't savin' me
But the streets is the only thing payin' me
Feel me
Runnin' with G's, stackin' G's, packin' heat
Mob life 'til these
poncho
The G's sound like Z's
Givenchy, Veuve Clicq, menage a trois
C'est la vie i sell it all, he mail it off
Slow gift wrap, need a Christmas card
tryin to fake it
Self made G, millionaire in the making
Boss of my team, bringin home the bacon
Ya nigga fallin off you need a replacement
Face it now you
a hoe
Bitch let yourself go
Because you know where you was going
When you hit the Lexus do'
With some G's who bout flipping
And flocking you hoes
So hit
I’m full of myself – natural high
I’m pulling myself
Got my team, we’ve all got fam
Nobody’s stomach’s full by it'self
I hear the talkin’, they
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