Lyrics:
somethin' for somebody just hold on for me I promise There's a better place for all us t-h-you-g's if he don't believe Then, don't call yourself a thugs
Bang Wir kommen im Mercedes Benz Ficken deine Mutter, Nutte Echte Männer gehen fremd Ey yo, du machst zwar auf harten G Ich komm mit Dobermann und
fick Rap Das Cash nehme ich dir vor deiner ganzen Bande ab Du bist ein Hundesohn, gebe dir 'nen Uppercut Jetzt ist Massaker, ich bleibe ein echter G
You off-brand niggas get down with the punishment It's D-P-G, Dogg Pound, so who you want it with Them gangbang niggas is active, capping shit in
some G shit to vibe with, the fetus is a choice Go ahead, figure out New chain bigger house Kick you lame niggas out Tell me what you wanna be? When it's
one of those G-s how rap to the gates and they go change And do rap, is sweet, sweet one The same one loaded and gotta make it for skin Either
OK we'll be to rap and we'll be luck Well puff was the big shut, G was the pock MC be the pop, I think I made my rider I mean in the same dude
preamp Condenser mic attached with a c-clamp Weed on the patio, chiefing under the heat lamp Yeah, or sneak in with a g-pen And take that shit
this, this, this All I wanna do is All I, all I wanna do is get down, get down, g-get down tonight Get down, get down tonight (All I wanna do, all I
geschaut Rapper reden von G's, die sie mit Waffen beschützen Sie sind keine Taucher, doch haben nur Flaschen im Rücken Du redest über Bitches, ich fick'
that's never gonna die I stay on my grind, I stay on my grind Back on your mind I love the cash and I say that all the time I been on my G, since Lil
Jordans sind gefälscht! Plain Black T-Shirts, Breitling, 7er Meine J's passen perfekt zu meiner G-Star, Kanack! Tret' mir nicht auf meine Jordans Tret' mir
and that's me The real player with a G Said I'm just rolling with the homies, dope in my styrofoam, man Said I'm just smoking with the homies, roll up
busted I G5 and he bussed it "I'm like oh that's what you doin? I ain't hating, I'm disgusted" Now how you gon go from a triple OG To a nigga who'd
used to be tighter and this string's on the guitar Now its phone call, G chat, Skype messages Long distance love got us both like hostages Without
on the block And the G's, and few B.D.'s on the block And I kept it real, so I got the keys to the block I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block I'll
repetitive Give me a sedative before my brain gets negative And I get the fever for the flavor of a shankin' Right in your throat G, 'cause on your
Yeah, ich cruise im F10, ein Groupie daneben Körbchengröße Doppel-G wie das Gucci-Emblem Blick auf die Uhr von Cartier, warte auf 'nen Kartellboss Aus
a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need O's R-r-r-r- ridin' wit them young boys, rollin' up that o-g Rather have a hothead, then ta' have some cold feet Homeboy
with an Orange Crush Train wreck and them honey berries with that Bubba O.G. wrapped in a sweet era, madness come after, no, what the Pack after pack,
the papers I fuck with gangsters Man, all my niggas make the papers Them boys is stinking East side G.I., we don't serve no strangers My bitch is
the G5 to DC Fill it up with them girls from the stadium Cause D town like British And I'm sure it's some shit she can say to him You got reds, You got
be talking like a lame bitch You follow the rules but keep it cool 'Cause they don't know You deserve the rewards G5 planes, you deserve the board
smoking on my warp pipe O-M-G, I can't decide On which of you should be the guy To take me on your mustache ride That'll redefine my life I'm ready
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