Lyrics:
since Max, nigga, facts (woo)
The real is back (the real is back, nigga)
I don't care who you shot, your G pass revoked, you just a rat (rat ass nigga)
If Michael Jackson came alive right now
He'd ask you to smoke one for him
So in his honor
You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short
Think you're Dee
check it)
'Cause I love to grip that with a passion, got a couple of zips
And I'm off the rip, ready for action, nigga, fuck who you with
'Cause I be
got the AK
When I wave bitch you better say hey
I'm a Kid From the Hall
I got big balls to make your pussy walls dribble in my drawers
Hey boy
of the hardest artists in the world
Freedom of speech got me preaching to every G on the street
We got to eat so fuck the P.D. three striking me
Not liking me want
pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced,
we got a) reputation
Let's do it again do it again
Do it again do it again
(You know we got a) reputation
Now check it out
I remember in the days when
You know it ain't no stoppin' all tha doggs I'm droppin'
It's Friday night so everythang is poppin'.
I got skin lets spin on da hand
So let tha
grip the road more in the rain
Took the Eddie Bauer off and put it up in my name
Spell it
C-H-U-C-K
I-N-G-L-I-S-H
Come shop with me dog, we'll be
autograph)
(Wow, I love you, I have all your albums, it's Mr. Nigga, I love him)
They stay on nigga patrol on American roads
And when you travel abroad,
and macks
Not givin' a fuck, gettin' your cut, lettin' it bust
You get hit, that's on you, my nigga, you're outta luck
You're stuck like chuck, wodie,
like boom boom boom boom.
With my foot up on the peddle and my hand on my strap got the engine like vroom vroom vroom vroom.
whats up? you ain't never
like Madden
Now 'lil bitch on madams
You ain't gotta ask I'm smashin'
You ain't gotta ask for them rollies
Everything I ride is foreign
Got a little
of a magazine ain't even got a album out
Hop at da streets my delete cuh my hits out
Now I'm da one everybody wanna talk about
Hustle hard ball harder dats wat I
I can take you all around the world
Planes, trains, automobiles
Bentley or a Range, chromed-out wheels
First class ticket, G-4, you that deal
For
new hit, G!"
"Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me"
The kid got amped and he starts to figure
"I'ma get dough like all of these other niggas!"
come-ah
For you haters, keepin up trauma
Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up (holla)
[Chorus]
You got what I want; I got what you need
Let's put
your whole street, you ain't no motherfuckin' O.G.
'Cause O.G. means, means you a original gangsta
Understand pure motherfuckin' man
Ain't no police
frames got the same gold G
Duke can you frame O-3, cause if you see me on ya corner wit a 40
It ain't gonna be named Olde E
I might be in Chuck T's,
hard for them to swallow
When you got 'em by the balls, their hearts and minds follow
Pay yourself first, that's one of my main mottos
Picture Bill
last album took care of my grandchildren (Ayy)
You tried to win, cracked your head on the glass ceiling (Ow)
What it is? Sick wit' it, it is
The way
[Spoken]
Hell yeah!
[Sung]
Can I walk by without you grabbing me?
Shortie, tell me what you want from me,
Tell me what you really want from
since hangin' by the seesaw
Niggas think bloodin' is a fad, on crip
Got my real blood homies lookin' bad
I'm a g from the floor
All the way up to the LA
make it crystal clear to you
Baby jus what's my name?
I'm loved by all, duplicated by many
The B-I-G D-A double-D Y K any uh
What's your name?
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