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(Am) marking the new e (G) ra, keeping Trinidad in Ameri (C) ca

For this great man jubilation, was evinced by the entire population
Friendship for
to himself 
E - Who wore a red scarf to remind him of his fiancee 
G - And visitor esoteric Japanese says analyzer. Mr Alastair touched off the tragedy.
got hard faces
Mr. Miyagi, why the fuck you think they couldn't break?
Something rouge, they was schooled by a mental patient
'Cause all they had was
The Reverend Mr. Black was my old man
You got to walk that lonesome valley
You got to walk it by yourself

For nobody else can walk it for you
You got
a hunrded g's at a time nigga!

Wattup mr bank roll shit im just chillin headed to NY city 
talkin' about a nother million
Wuttup mr bank roll same thing
stand
(I'm a man) Am I by
(I'm a man) I'm your slave
(I'm a man) I'm a little girl when we make love together

Hey, hey, hey
Jude, don't make it bad
Take
got a whole lot more weight to gain
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne

[Chorus]

(My nigga, featuring Lil Wayne,
man waitin by the monkey bars
Tradin all his ball cards
And they promised him a gold star
And they told him he could go far

Hey Mr. Bluelegs
pimp Mr. Glock
Now glock had many bitches, he sold pussy by the pound 
And bitches jocked his trigga every time he came around
Big baller, big game
and gangsta!
 
[Chorus - Mr. G'stacka]
Now it's the pimp and the gangsta, stackin cheese 
And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on 20 inch D's 
We slide wit ease
for my hood yeah foolio
One less G in the hood doin' an idiotic drive-by
But still I puts it down for the westside

[LV:]
Repeat and fade:
Mr
niggas back
In the motherfucking hizz-ouse
The notorious Compton G
D.R.E.
On the solo tip
Fuck the mother-foes
What up Ren
Yeah

Dropping chronic flakes
because my hunger?
Mr. America young black niggas want ya
I want to talk to the man understand
Understand this motherfucking G-pack in my hand
Look what
because my hunger?

Mr. America young black niggaz want ya
I want to talk to the man understand
Understand this motherfuckin G-pack in my hand
Look
a hunrded g's at a time nigga!

Wattup mr bank roll shit im just chillin headed to NY city 
talkin' about a nother million
Wuttup mr bank roll same thing
Mr. Mr. Scarface from walking down the block 
Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks 
Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends
a hunrded g's at a time nigga!

Wattup mr bank roll shit im just chillin headed to NY city 
talkin' about a nother million
Wuttup mr bank roll same thing
Word bond real talk, do my dirt all by my lonely
'Cause them suckas will talk

I'm sucka duckin', I'm sucka free
You ain't a G, Don't fuck with me
gon' go on vacation
Wait, damn, okay that's way too far ahead of me
So I'm just tryna take it day to day if they would let a G, breath
Cop cars by
persona
Ask your baby mama, bout Slim and E
She got fucked by them, then got fucked by me
This the big three, G-are-I-N-D
I-N-G, all about the currency,
and Warren G

[Mr. Malik]
We make yo heart beat like the beat of a heart
With these rhymes I release busta be	 plays his part
Get it start, get it set, I
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H
I got a gal in Kalamazoo
Don't want to boast but I know she's the toast of Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)

Years
Acquired by the gangsta's inspiration
Ready to loc, I'm smokin' tracks like it's (blunted)
I'm frontin' 'bout .44 mags and G rags
My khakis, t-shirt
and mommas is hurtin'

Why you wanna murder me?
You never ever heard of me
You don't know who I am
I could be part of your family tree

Now sent by G O D
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H
I got a gal in Kalamazoo
Don't want to boast but I know she's the toast of Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)

Years