Lyrics:
I'm that pretty lil bih pretty mathafucka
41020 in this madafacka
To mi niño en el sur moviendo las placa
Esto e música pa g ratatatatata
I ain't
r-e-s-p-e-c-t
When you see me out with my g's
Moto live it loud and bun trees
From the dirt rise through the concrete
Oh your girl was looking at me
When she saw
traumas
Enough to make you lose your ground
No matter what happen
Just represent and put it down
I feel I owe this to the
Real g's across the nation not
the good times or for the bad
We still homies
Though we, be homies sometimes
But you know me cause we, be's homies
These be phonies, but real G's show me
Real talk, my mommy try hard but I dash right in to bad things
Money give me feeling that a gal can't
I just wanted G's but it turn me to a gangsta
clearly when you're gone
I said, ooh, I'm blinded by the lights
No, I can't sleep until I feel your touch
I said, ooh, I'm drowning in the night
Oh,
[Scoob:]
Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now nigga
My man's right behind you, Kane pull the trigger
I don't play, I'm from the hill where shit is real
on them
Stop the N word ting my brudder come with something different
Be different my brudder
On real I really hope you here brudder
Dark skin g some
(Aye, aye)
She love dat, BBC
Put in dat work, like Eazy E
No limit, no limit, G Eazy
Give her a rough ride, E-v-e
Chains VVS so they envy me (Yes)
Save up
By 12 am,ka m kpoo gi,babe a si m na I n'abago
Gi na nwanyi,gi na nwanyi,I ka ji your destiny atu ludo,jonsing man
Mu na some men ka mu anya na e
ladies over
Tell em this is Y-M-E so when you come you cant leave sober
You would think she came with buttons by the way that I control her
Put her
Westside Connection Ice Cube W.C. and Mack 10
Nigga y'all know the Westside is Bout It Bout It
It¹s the I N G L E here to trouble you, W double-oh
lara mu no be color
praying longtime for grace of God
make we shine like this
5g network for real wey dey
make me dey high like this
even if i rise
how it goes, tell 'em turn off the stereo
Ain't nuthin' but a G thang, baby
Def Jam got the place goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright,
know how it goes, tell 'em turn up the stereo
Ain't nuthin' but a G thang, baby
Def Jam got the place goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright,
(Obie's your cousin?)
Please believe it, I'm as "Down to Earth" as Chris Rock
Gettin' hit by trucks, starin' at twat
A big cannon in you G-spot
Me not
BASS RIFF: (BASS STRING) (doubled) E-Ab-A-Bb-B-Bb-A-Ab ) (x4)
MAIN RIFF (IN VERSE): A (chord), then bass string G-E-G (ad lib)
shout for me when I'm angry
Yeah, Hollygrove, biatch
Sloppy like Joe, you better go get G-I
All my guns knee high, M-O-N-E-Y
That's what I rely on,
shit
Yea, hell yea, uh brought to you by the realest motherfuckers in this game
The infamous terror squad, yea, real niggas, real dons
Real G's
cause I'm really me
That's why they hate on me, I'm never switching on my
Fucking team I gotta keep it G
I'm IE, till I D.I.E, you know where I be,
a pretty young thang that's a P.Y.T!
Before anyone else that's a B.A.E!
Beautiful lil thing right a B.L.T.
Baby! I need you! To need me!
Real real busy
approved by the test
From g.e.d to a masters
From a rapper that's a pastor
Now a pastor that's a rapper
All because of Gods plasma
If you know what I know
da, da, da
Da
Real, real, real
Real, real, real, real
You need to chill
T-S-A-V-A-G-E, come on now
lead
More funds to spend, or bigger guns to squeeze
Me and my thugs clock G's simpin' naughty thangs
Real as these tatt's on my body, and it's
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