Lyrics:
screwed-out tape.
And tomorrow's the big day, gotta get my rest,
Forty-five G's outta town, lick buyin' tres.
I'm all alone, my girl said that she couldn't
Yeah yeah yeah yeah g style freestyle let me out g style freestyle let me out
Once again its evidential
Yeah g style freestyle let me out
Signing in
(Intro)
Geah
Hoo-Bangin in the house c'mon
Geah
Eihthype in the house c'mon
Geah
And I'm representin
Real Compton City G's on this one
My nigga [??]
(Intro)
Geah
Hoo-Bangin in the house c'mon
Geah
Eihthype in the house c'mon
Geah
And I'm representin
Real Compton City G's on this one
My nigga [??]
Y'all don't know nothin' about this He-are
Ha haha haha haha, yeah! It's Kurupt Young Gotti
Heha ha, sup Warren G? It's my homeboy, huh?
With my
like the senator
Hook: Niggas say "Oh my lord!"
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Throw gats to *Guiliani*
Flows tighter than bitches punani, try me, die G
Dangerous,
the real CPT G's up in here
Mc Eiht , Boom Bam , CMW representin to the fullest
Hoo-Bangin to the fullest
Gyeah
[ VERSE 1 ]
I once heard don't forget
Where
[Snoop Dogg]
Hey yo Hollis
Give us some of that G Shit
Yeah, now come on
[Bad Azz]
Oh shit, come on
Get at me, come on
Get your ass on up,
to the world
I been poppin’ (I been poppin’)
Appreciatin’ every minute, every dollar
(Yee, go) i took off my suit
I went to the lot and I cop me a coupe
(I cop
was hungry I told her come eat on the dick
Im all bout the G-G-G-G's like I'm 50 Cent
My niggas so humble
They cleaning the plate when they finish
after year you keep fucking up
And now I know why cause you always drunk
Instead of G.I. Joe you send me this junk
That ain't a G.I. Joe that's
This is the G. I. Jive
Man alive
It starts with the bugler blowin' reveille over your bed when you arrive
Jack, that's the G. I. Jive
This is the G. I. Jive
Man alive
It starts with the bugler blowin' reveille over your bed when you arrive
Jack, that's the G. I. Jive
This is the G. I. Jive
Man alive
It starts with the bugler blowin' reveille over your bed when you arrive
Jack, that's the G. I. Jive
Compton G
Back with some shit that gots to bump
As you pull up in the park
You pops the trunk
Just to floss it like a motherfuker
Clownin' an' shit
Got
[Snoop Dogg]
Hey yo Hollis
Give us some of that G Shit
Yeah, now come on
[Bad Azz]
Oh shit, come on
Get at me, come on
Get your ass on up,
you wack rappers hit the floor
[2pac]
How should I plead forever thuggin on a quest to get G's
Runnin from enemies ever since the days of a seed
What
What
Think ur a g I'm like what
Never kicked ball I still shot (Trapping)
In a Old school jacket by schott
What
You
Think you're a g I'm
clean
Naw these ain't no Jordan's g
Cuban links be freezing me
I'm cold as the Atlantic sea
I'm frozen like the glaciers be
Jordan kicks and Nike suits
Like a G6, like a G6
Now I'm feeling so fly like a G6
Jersey
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
Run it up, Run it up, Run it up, Run it up
a hobby
I'm in the suit, you in the lobby
GG's
Jeez
Jeez
Step on the scene with steeze
Zachy D
He came with the cheese
Barry G
He came with the G's like
They playing two nights, got to root up, ay
Treat me like a Louis connoisseur, yeah
Killed the game, now I got to suit up, yeah (suit up)
Praying that
Yeah
Uh-huh
It's Richie, yeah
Young Snow, M_Triix We the GOATS, yeah
We hitting G.O.A.T MODE, yeah
Your shorty a FLAT HOE, AND YOU KNOW IT, yeah
All black suit with Italian marble stretched out wall to wall
All my jewelry golden, ancient gods on pedestals
This that random shit that I be
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