Lyrics:
a pipe that's so big it look like Chattahoochee (whip)
We not the Fugees (yeah)
I'll go foolie if a nigga try to Three Stooge us (uh)
Break a brick
Hey, ladies drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don't be shy girl go Banaza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Hey, ladies drop it
Can't understand why I'm so down?
I'm not a whitewall, I'm a vogue
Like a Zenith wire wheel I roll
Got a fresh new beat, made to get freak
It was
To see my honey, but I don't know
Looks like I'll have to row,
It's like the gulf of mexico, down by the Texaco
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[G] [Em] [C] [G
"I'm Your Radio"
I'm bumpin' it right now. Warren G- You're doing big things boy
Keep it bangin'!
[Radio DJ]
Well, blow me down, KWBALLS is doing
one two three, stack it up one two three
Build it up enough to break it down
And make another mother f*cking war story
More concrete in the mix
This
up blaze it up
Long Beach City got y'all amazed with us
City by the sea, I'm a G with sponsors
Loch Ness Monster
Poppin' imposters, mix my shrimp with
Took off her pants
You know what I saw?
Right about now I'd like to dedicate this song out to my main homie Mike D
Get on the mic, g-get on the mic
Behavin' shadier than Wes Craven
And you ain't even gotta pay me
I take pleasure of laying a nigga down daily
You face me, drunk or sober, you'll faint
Behavin' shadier than Wes Craven
And you ain't even gotta pay me
I take pleasure of laying a nigga down daily
You face me, drunk or sober, you'll faint
Who's your protector?
Dark is the city where the white girls walk by,
Down below your eyes, just like fireflies.
You call me here, come on here, follow
I'm hittin' new primes
Now the stakes high, niggas surprised at the new lines
Takin' down my number like "you still ain't got a new line?"
Nah it's
than a ride is out of character
Top down and it feels right
I could tell you what a dope boy feels like
I could tell you that he never sleeps
He may
and we
Bout it bout it like Master P
Go hard, stack ya cheese, roll a joint, pass the trees
TGOD, he's the OG, real G shit what it has to be
My real nigga
Let's drop it
What up?
That motherfucker, ayy, blaze it up (down to rock? Wassup?)
Like that motherfucker (so we gon' do it tonight)
Gon' ride
One, and here comes the two to the three and four
Then I drop the beat I have in store
Lay dynamics on the top like a rug
Make it sound smooth
down but don't break me
In your sleep in your sleep, inside
It's in your heart and mine
Whole sea is dark
It's in your heart and mine
Sweetly, those will
to the crib-o
Is it Rambo? No, the mic ammo
Stompin' you down on the ground, task forces
Let you know Rhyme Syndicate bosses
Any show, any tour, we house
had 'em
This is the return of the dragon
I'm not talking about, Bruce Lee
I'm talking about, true heat
And it look like you got cold feet
Step into
on my list
How ya like me now cause I'm real
Comin down piece and chain four shiny grills
Gots to bring havack where them boys at
Fixin to break the mic
cruise control with bitches all around
Make me feel like a G once more
He once smoked one for free
Now its all about the G's and he
Oh yeah
Blaze
Gotti!'
Later man! (Dogg Pound Gangsta)
Yeah I hear the West Coast (Summertime) yeah put it down
They call me Roscoe by the way just so you know (Dogg
until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my
the mix
Rocks up on my wrists and got haters on my list
How ya like me now cause I'm real
Comin down piece and chain four shiny grills
Gots to bring
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