Lyrics:
If it's me it's got to be
If it's me it's got to be
G-a-n-g-s-t-a (y'all know who)
I'm still living la vida loca
Where hoes sell prices on weed
styrofoam, I can't talk I might cry
I say I be on some G shit, I be on some G shit
Check that other nigga for that Louie shopping spree shit
Not me bitch, no
away
I be rolling I be rolling I be rolling G
I be rolling paper planes just to fly away
I be rolling I be rolling I be rolling G
I been smokin day
whipping the 300 tire marks up on the pavement
Skrttt off the scene with b.m.g we finna make it
Skrttt off the scene w b.m.g we finna make it
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It's the nigga the B-I-G, be speakin' the truth not talkin' that shit, boy
I'm thinkin' of checkin' my traps and bustin' my raps
And throwin' them
Me and G.B.
We ain't never gonna confess
We cheated at the math test
We carved some dirty words in our desk
Well now it's time for recess
Old
and the grocer keeps on following me,
And the woman next door's an undercover for the K.G.B.,
And the man from the Social Security
Keeps on invading my
that's really on your mind is what?
"Yo baby L.G.B.N.A.F."
That's right if you're a man you want it
If you're a woman you tease him and flaunt it
But
It's the nigga the B-I-G, be speakin' the truth not talkin' that shit, boy
I'm thinkin' of checkin' my traps and bustin' my raps
And throwin' them
There was a farmer who had a dog,
And Bingo was his name-o.
B-I-N-G-O
B-I-N-G-O
B-I-N-G-O
And Bingo was his name-o.
There was a farmer who
featuring: B.G. KnoccOut, Gangsta Dresta, Sylk
Verse 1: [Gangsta Dresta]
I got beat for the street
Ta pump in ya jeep
Or in ya caravan wid da
the city
Ha-ha-ha-ha, that shit was hot G
In one baby, let's use it, uh-uh
Yeah-yeah, uh-uh, yeah-yeah, uh
Boss Hogg Outlaw niggaz
G-A-N-G-S-T-A, be
to see
That this D.J. be Warren G
Can I get in where I fit in? Sit in, listen (uh-huh)
Let me conversate better yet Regulate
Shake the spot with my knot,
[Juvenile]
Them Hot Boys out here, ya heard me?
The B.G., headbussin' Moe, fa sho
Bout to make it happen,
Magnolia bout that gafflin'
Valence
You'll go with the flow it'll feel like your coasting
Ima pour a drink up like I'm making a potion
Don't know now you know b.m.g be the motion
I don't care
and your local P-D
They getting somewhere if they see me
My nigga that's how these G's be we three, me see and Master P
Sipping on Gin and Kiwi
Fuck
away)
I didn't want to go away
But I had to go away yo
Yo G&B where you at?
Momma came home from a hard days work
At day time a maid at night
Hey be easy, you ain't worth dyin', believe me
Just be easy, you don't want yo mama to grieve
Be easy, well mind yo bizness, don't bother the G
Be
shootin' my shotty
Nigga you get extorted, flippin' styles, poppin' chicks
Bullets small as his G-be-30, niggaz lose it quick
I had to get out of town,
away)
I didn't want to go away
But I had to go away yo
Yo G&B where you at?
Momma came home from a hard days work
At day time a maid at night
me
Juve and B.G. with me
Turk and Manny with me
The C-M-B with me
They lettin' loose
Nigga be bout cha issue get lost in gun smoke
Now I'm
At The Foot Of Mount Fuji
By Tim Lake
Intro: C / C add 9/B Am 7 / G7
C G Em Am7 Fmaj9b5 Fmaj9
up in thay best fits sayin juve got me again
(Chorus)2x
Verse5(b.g)
i be that playa wit tha ice on me if it cause less than 20
it don't look right
him a piece
Gotta get him a low so he can beef up
Catch a nigga down bad and woedy gettin' stuck
(Chorus)
(B.G.)
Dem boys at war...I say dem boys
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