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grill niggas, spit a barbecue Committing drive-bys out a grey Coupe When I start drowning rappers, dawg It ain't cute Till every person in they group Turn
Ain’t going back, ain’t going back Taught by the G’s from the C’s how to make it stack And taught by the man how to give it back Lost my dad but that man
with the feds I'm back at the bridge You niggas is sipping on 40's I'm topping the keg you know how we play Like G's coming up off the Two in their ass
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection A little girl is waking up this
And to me, we have a culture that, uh Is surpassed by, by, by, by no other civilization, but we don't know anything about it So again, I think I've
I L L E You know we downtown or the Atown gettin L I V E If you wanna try me Pistol by me Heat in all my seats Shooters around Hunt you down G
another mug up to the top and keep em comin', Hummin' new melodies from the album forthcoming, Inspired by science, faith and self-reliance, See the horizon
still trying to drop three albums by Labor Day, motherfucker Saturday morning cartoons Filling up a medical balloon with some hot sauce Goddamn, I saw
into this Was never young and innocent wit’ light up shoes From the mud Thought this would mean way more to who meant the most You bleed Different
(fire) Fuck your album, that shit's not (fire) Every time, you hear Chip drops (fire) Touch the mic and ignite that (fire) Grab the ganja and light
laughed at all the boys, sissy, Ah Gua and gay ( Ah Gua) Derogatory terms always saw the light of day (day) G-A-Y-B-O-Y OK G-A-Y-B-O-Y OK G-A-Y-B-O-Y OK
holla I'm gettin high today high today Lookin for a brighter day brighter day Fuckin with my G's from around the way The way the way the way the way
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!) Yeah, this album is dedicated To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin' To all
What it do nigga This your nigga T-Streets bang bang In the building This young money First up My nigga, Gudda Gudda Double "G" Blap, blap
What it do nigga This your nigga T-Streets bang bang In the building This young money First up My nigga, Gudda Gudda Double "G" Blap, blap
Rap game, crack game, cut it, cook it, chop it, record it Album shop it, its all the same thang Y'all look at these blue skies and think paradise
I'm systematic, hydromatic I'm unorthodox like Lenny Kravitz I don't play guitar, still on your radar And you can help by screamin, fuck you
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
Yeah, this album is dedicated To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin' To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Yeah, this album is dedicated To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin' To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
don't know what direction it's gonna go in Or at what speed it's gonna go in This project was like, all over the place If you listen to Cruisin' By
(night, oh) Been working nine to five All week, yeah Hot girls and neon lights (light, oh) The vibe is getting high Good feelin' T.G.I. Thank God
the whole album Keep talkin' that shit, you know I'm with the drama Uh, uh, I'm fuckin' up, I fuckin' know I'm the best I come from the G, 14 niggas wanna
Slide to the left and let yo' G homey get in Glocs of Velveeta, yep I'm off the meter Ride by and see ya with my hands on a heater Wanna be like the O but
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