Lyrics:
Today we're gonna do something scary
We're venturing into the mind of young black males
Let's take a peak...
[ Young Lay ]
Cuddies perved by
G shit, LBC shit, remember how it used to be?
Mmm, you remember so much
No we didn't, see if you can remember this shit
1982 now what was I to do
They put me down as the one to watch
Haters put me down as the one to stop
I can't even lie, tick all of the boxes
Still I'm thinking outside the box
motherfucker on the chain gang
Yeah I still slang my thangs like a G
Really can I make your ass rest in peace?
No need to waste my energy squabbin'
(Yeah I can't)
I feel like tornado I came to destroy yeah all that bullshit I'm not having it
And I feel like vanishing (Uh)
Get away from this life it's
[Notorious B.I.G. conversating with someone]
Yeahh, worrd
I remember I met this one bitch
Cause you know me I don't see how I'm the nasty
Clenching the first place spot
I put yo
Bitch onna first class flight
Pop a G6
That's how I take flight
Poppin' like Chris Brown
In '05
Fee fii foo
no clock
She look at me
When I walk in the spot
Can't speak to me regular
Turning it up
On the jet fuel so its
Never enough
Up in the stars
Galaxy live
contracts
Honey do you do dirty, niggas is still contacts
Lovin' the babes daily, feedin' 'em, bubble baths
Can't let nothing walk by with a bubble ass
remorse hit by the hardcore fo' sho'
Leave him stuck in his front seat
70 rounds through his front window
Ain't no fuckin' with G's
Fill 'em up to they
remember those latter days
Them tubleware, soul food platter days
That was ya mom little hustle on a Saturdays
Back then, when it really didn't matter
with Kurupt (right)
Niggas don't give a fuck, I'm headed for the Westside
Now this spot's owned by the motherfuckin' D-O double G
P-O-U-N-D, so I
what's up with Kurupt (right)
Niggas don't give a fuck, I'm headed for the Westside
Now this spot's owned by the motherfuckin' D-O-double-G
P-O-U-N-D,
eye I can spot me a faker
It's the same old game baby
Just new haters
Nigga I'm still in the making
Can't meet my maker
Every day go by I get greater
Verse 1
Everybody wanna feed me some bullshit
no I'm full bitch
ate a long time ago
muthafuckas pull shit
see ya by kid
gotta shake that spot
the shots, I feel like Phil Jackson
Steady trappin'
Yeah, police by my spot and I was still trappin'
Yeah, hop in the Benz
I put a F on the rim (rim)
feel better than I did last night
Here come the Hook
Look
I been low
So yeah, I know
When lows will go
And pass me by
So, pass me by
Don't ask me
Street life so crazy nigga play by the rules
Can't blame nobody either win or you loose
Paranoid everyday but we still keep it cool
Ready to pay
the switch
Make the shit drop
G.O. Mr. Stylez
Hundred miles on the dash
Couple hundred thou cash
In the back of the Jag
Make it skrrt off, no they can't stay
in the rain
Swear he put the G in Game, had the Gucci frame
Before Dana Dane, thought he ran with Kane
I can't recall his name (what was his name?) you
energy
I be better off by myself, oh well, yes
Yeah, I done made millions on millions
Stack through the ceiling, ride dirty
Chamillion' can't go back
will the drama ever cease?
I'd like to say peace, Willie, and rest in peace
A cool brother who's all about justice
I still can't understand how he
the C-P-T, Young G with heart, too
Oh we still party, but now it's part II and
I don't want to party wit' you, hell naw
'Cause bitch you scary
You 20
the Lord, until my heart busts
So remember, L.O.T.U.G. is forever
You dis one, you dis the other
You dis the other, you dis the under
And you don't ever want
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