Lyrics:
and a hoop
I’m ready like Webbie don’t step on my shoes
Put it in reverse than I put it in cruise
Let me talk my shit
He got a real big dick
Stuffing that shit
take you to the backyard
Different color lacks boy
Half a mil' cash in ya hand ya'll don't understand
Bricks in my pants say lil dude this grown man shit
they need you for?
Riding in the Chevy toting three bricks
Since nobody wanna make G shit
This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes
This is for
You forever my bitch
Had to lock in with you cause I know you won't switch
This shit feel like a dream but I know that it's real
Every time I'm with
peace
Bury me a G, you niggas can thank me! (Bury me a G)
By the second verse
You already know it's a homicide
All this pain in my eyes but I'm making
peace
Bury me a G, you n*ggas can thank me! (Bury me a G)
By the second verse
You already know it's a homicide
All this pain in my eyes but I'm making
This is my life I ain't going back to the old one nah g's fuck that
This is my life I don't owe shit to no one nah g's fuck that
This is my life I
right by the bar
Nigga grindng me and offer no Z?
Never play a poli game, you ain't hearing my name
Shit, make you an OG
Word on the street I'm a suspect
What's happenin', what's happenin'
Niqqas wit all dat whispering and shyt niqqa what's happenin' niqqa
Webbie, approach me like a man niqqa (trill
What do u do
When ya pockets down low
Full time 9 to 5
But still ain’t got shit to show
Eh Eh!
Grew up in church but you was raised in the hood
No other name for you
Even though they call you by another, you were always my G
And you light up the room
Ever since the first day you were here,
from the d
She always be slapping gotti
Got a bitch that’s from the g she 43
She gimme droppies
If you ain’t in this car wit a body you are not
too
Fuck me nah fuck you
Your girls titties old
But that butts new
Thanks to me real shit
I’m that G you gotta deal with
We’ll bloody up your Ill
to a nigga face, now he need a baby bib
You don't want to crash up in traffic, boy, you better yield
Savage life that shit for real, like Webbie, say, just
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
on (ain't that something)
Snoop D-O double G (from the DP)
Niggaz wasn't even rapping till I came out
You know what I'm sayin?
Y'all know what time it
please pick out they clothes)
And all my niggas say "G.O.O.D. Music!"
And all my ladies say "G.O.O.D. Music!"
Who runnin' shit today? G.O.O.D. Music!
Who
make her nut bitch imma G with The shit G with the Shit G
I be smoking till the motherfucking Sun comes up
Another blunt up in my system as i Pour me up
grippin
Got a nigga think he winning, this shit only the beginning
If I could beat the block in that old school, get high like you supposed to
Then I just
man shit
Why is you sayin' shit, who is you playin' with
I got a big house, who is you stayin' with
'Til you can spend this type of shit on ya wrist
now woo the
B.G. straight duckin feds
On the real B.G.' bout bustin heads
On the real B.G. killin' chopters
Look in the sky flyin' by it's
and outs of how to be a G
For you to get your kill, lurk his block all week
He got stepped on like it's some fetty
Ridin' around bumpin' old Boosie, old
Shit, nigga have you checked the score
It's three against you
Cant fuck with the crew
It's Hayes and J-miri pulling up with the Scope
G'd Up, squad up,
representing from the east to west coast
We G'z boy golds in our mouth pants down low representing that dirty south
I'm by the store rain sleet hail or snow
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