Lyrics:
ticking in the timeline
Ticking in the
Blaze the son, was a gangsta work
He live by the gun, and died over trying to sell one
To a baby G, from a set
as I walk with a millennium limp
Talk what I walk, just be do what I've been taught
See sirens show up, and now line 'em and chalk
O.G.'s show me
[P. Diddy]
This goes out to my nigga B.I.G.
Listen to me playboy, check dis out
I go, on and on and on and
Won't take her to the crib unless
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H
I got a gal in Kalamazoo
Don't want to boast but I know
She's the toast of Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
Years
Oh my! (Oh my!) Guess who (Guess who?)
Mr. D-O-double R-O-U
To the G-H, do I know you? (Wha?)
Yea get it girl, show 'em how a pro do
Wired
down
I do not know a soul in here,
But I can remember the faces
And the truth is in their eyes
Everything's mixed with grey
Say g'nite and welcome
tham Neptune's, so Pharall,
I mean for real, you know the deal,
You know the drill
Yeah G, I nail it, I talk money, more so, I make it,
words
But they can't fuck with this they get swerved
Graduated old school G degree
Calm down the savage in any MC
North, south, east, west
But
say you don't like me,
But I don't take deadly threats so likely,I'm a G,take
It to the streets, it's about to go down when I pull the heat,
If you
of invincble 'G's
We got mic's N gatz N nutz
Hangin' to our knees at ease nigga freeze
If you step into my area I carry a strong
Mind flo till I'm blind
me, and Al creep slow
For a G in the video
And niggaz hating our guts, cause they know
In the face where they girls probably taken our nuts
My name
of the street
Still in the window holdin' the heat
But now we got soldiers on the corner like police patrollin' the beat
Fuck G.E.D.'s ? Niggaz need DP CD's
We
(HOMICIDE!) Yeah, that's the wrong side to be on
(Fizzy Wo'!) The wrong nigga to play O.G. on
With that fake-ass Canal Street slum row Lee on
(TWENTY
Good morning Mr. Crenshaw, are you free?
First stop, second floor.
You might find just what you're looking for.
(Got that) D&G, Christian Dior.
blue cheese, Kraft floor, cheese tile.
Yeah, we hitting you strong,
We be the lawd awful song you can't shake from your gong.
With a BV3 g riff
Batallions, G.T. Road.
The shit is fat, you're getting with it - woop.woop
Brothers and Sisters, let's drop the bomb.
Keep it Open High Hat, on your
deny that I am looking real slim
You say you're taking your time
Maybe you don't even care
Sometimes I wish I was much more easy to scare
Why? G
We switched to jay leno from da ali g show
To see some kids that we know do what they do on TV.
Sometimes I wish I was there, but mostly I just don't
CORO
Lyrics submited by G. Rodríguez
snuck
I rock that E-A-S-T-E-C-G
I'm Hurricane
And I'm S-O-U-T-H-S-I-D-E
It's what I claim
And let me see you put your arm up
And Rick James
I get
tees
So, all my niggas that's ballin' and feel like me
From the struggle, the gutter, to makin' a lotta G
Keep my head up remember who got me right
and I'm ballin'
She like the way I talk so she told me to keep talking
I told her baby you could ride with a beast
Walk with a g
I'm a toss me a freak
on your knees and pray to G.O.D.
Set me free from this fuckin' ill society
For real, north to the south, to the east, to the west
Come and bless, Buddha
[Timbo King]
Yo, inside a hood, they are fiends
Young teens, want to look like the magazines, O.G.'s with M-16's
Hear the story, later, upstairs,
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