Lyrics:
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Cuz "her favorite rapper used to" be his game so I won it
But we're matching cute
Cuz this how G funks, half passed by noon
That's how I eat crumbs,
'Cause when they catch me without my heat, and I'm thuggin'
In tha streets and I'm rollin'
Thuggin' by the deadliest G's, you can't fuck wit us
keep the K
Bash a dude's wig over Baby Bash
He my smokin' nephew, we be checkin' brazin' cash
We kept G's on the omni floor
Put the bloody bills with
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
(Chorus)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
song, what's up with the love
Freaks of the industry, for shock G, I send a dove
You could tell from everyday fits, I ain't rich
(Yup, yup yup, yup, yup
my street
Then a young nigga moved to culver city
I'm in that elevator im the funk im the funk im the funky
Motivator ooh yeah stick to the g code we
stop waitin' 'cause WE are next
Def J-you-X and Living Legends coming through when I play two sets
Like Shock G and D.U. don't know the half about
with the dick, make your kidneys shift
Here we go, here we go, but I'm not Domino
I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow
So recognize
payin' for the year 2G
(Gotsta be mobstability)
[Liffy Stokes]
I heard a raw beat, somebody told me the funk did it
But if Trax didn't do it I can't
guys who write rhymes from the heart
Twenty four chambers of love six layers of funk
One creator above and not a chance that we ever giving up
My DNA
baby-daddy fucked wit me,
But I'm out on you hoes,
Wit the 10 g belt,
The only thing I'm concentratin' on is checkin' my mail,
What the hell??!! what
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
(E-40)
Yeah E-40 and the muthafuckin see-l-I-see-k in this muthafucka, you know
I got my cousin Kaveo on the muthafuckin side of me
We fin to spit
know the flavor, homie
It's stitched by Slick, so it's sick as fuck
Police behind me, they on my nuts
But they'll never catch a G like me
I do
fiend feelin' the funk, cuz when we unite
Like fire ignite and light up the night with lines that I write
The pen hit the pad after I hit me a dab
Always
paid by the G's wit ease (word up)
We're blowin' up your fuckin' spot (no doubt)
'Cause when you're hot, you're hot and when you're not, you're not
to it
Now what why'all know 'bout how The Coup do it
Truth fluid, Boots put the funk to it, ain't nothin to it
This is for the G's all the way
niggas
We are capital G
Fresh from the T to the D still
Bringing this funk to the beat
Freestyles coasting a fee, nigga
We playing for keeps
Aw beep beep
nothin' but love
Hosted by the ladies who lookin' for somethin' to rub
When we roll out, we roll on dubs, rollin' up bud
The Theodore Unit, we
at
All right Ma, I checked out all my niggas then we jetted
With fifty balls a piece brought a piece for unleaded
Smokin' blunts forty ouncin', G and P
the man can't cheat
And make it pop, cause we're already poppin
So I'm whistlin, sittin on the dock by
The bay, singin 'ay-hey,' can you copy?
Boomin like
a gangsta, I don't need rap for nothin'
And only play games in the A or Compton
Hop by the box, Chevy murder, any man standin'
It's Boyz N Da Hood, E tell 'em
[Intro: Humpty Hump (Del)]
This is a federal food fight
(You better know it!)
That means we're callin out all you kooks and crooks
(What?! We
about the mc
And I'ma tell you about the bootlegger, ok?
Here we go children
It happened at a jam, some kid tried to sham on the program
So I had
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