Lyrics:
A-B-C-D-E-F-G
I never learned to spell
At least, not well
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
I never learned to count
A great amount
A B CD E F G
I never learned to spell,
At least not well.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
I never learned to count,
A great amount.
But my busy mind is
to the rap inventor
Nigga with the game tight, fifth of that flame right
Spell my name right, B-I, double-G, I-E
Iced out, lights out, me and Cease-a-Leo
to the rap inventor
Nigga with the game tight, fifth of that flame right
Spell my name right, B-I, double-G, I-E
Iced out, lights out, me and Cease-a-Leo
I fuck with some G's
Pee-wee, these niggas not on my league
Take a trip out to Houston, get my teeth clean
Why?
Probably cause Johnny did these
could pick all the faults
But I concede all the faith-tests,
just a stick in your throat
3 - 1 - G
I'm around in your soundtrack,
to mirror all that
Picture us married you and me k-i-s-s-i-n-g
I remember the first time girl you and me f-you-see-k-i-n-g
She was the modern ices honey dog she
like dis G, I told him I got busy
This was the spy who dissed me cause he told it like a sissy
That was foul, I went to him lost in the mind now
[Chorus: x2]
Picture us married you and me k-I-s-s-I-n-g
I remember the first time girl you and me f-you-see-k-I-n-g
She was the modern Isis,
what's stolen
If can't get back the time
You won't see me pleading guilty
If I never did the crime
R-E-C-K-O-N-I-N-G
Now it's a drop, drop in
open your mouth and boy you bound to get popped
We licking up shots because we leaving them cocked
And every thug that I run with G's
Smoked out keeping
Ddism A7)
D Ddism
may be these time my
Bm G F#7
heart will find a new way
Bm F#7
to get along with me,
Bm F#7
wont play no hide and seek,
Bm G
then I
my guy I'm a G
Olorun oba things you Dey scatter ma dada
Shebi no be you wey Dey do me yanga
And I no be small pikin so no pour me water
Ehen
Olorun
people want to be fly like Joe
G.I., E.I., oh lots and lots
And rapper can top the Red Hot (Not!)
R&B rips hip-hop (Not!)
MC Serch is gonna flip-flop
I had to stop beefing clowns
G, I spazz on the track, then I might go France
Never really lost when I feel trapped in, done a tour last week and I
they hang low
(Straight up)
I got GPs and horizons, yeah
This that 3 g's one night, son
Down in South Central with the Fight Song
(fight on)
She won't
(I'm a g-g-girl's girl)
I met a boy, he said his ex is crazy
Okay, but what he say to go
And make her that way?
She doused his home in gasoline
He
down a G-O-D, yeah, wait
I go hard on Southside G, yeah, Way
I make sure that north side eat
And still
Bad things
It's a lot of bad things
That
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna
My G My one Juanita
I need her my sweet-a chiquita
Where did she go
I love her, I love her, I love her
My G my one juanita
perfect, that's just me
They wont walk a damn day with my feet
But they still wanna talk about G
Fuck an automatic, like I haven't had that drive, harder
sniffin blow shit
You sit on the toilet, and go shit
Tell motherfuckers everywhere, this is pro shit
No G.I., I'm like my pops, I'm on some Joe shit
Some
Snoop talking:
Ay yo G-1 I been listening to this nigga Quik album
& he ain't got no songs about the pussy. You know
that nigga gotta have something
in the f- are you thinkin'?
Little g- lookin' boy
So g- I can barely say it with a straight face lookin' boy
You witnessin' a mass-occur
Like
[Chorus:]
Im a gangsta(gangsta)
You a actress(actress)
You be dreamin(dreamin)
I make it happen(make it happen)
I aint a g I aint a crip I aint
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