Lyrics:
Folarin, Double M, G
Slip N' Slide collabo
Let's get it!
What you talking bout?
Know I've been to Roma
Well let me call you out
When you put
tonight, baby girl you got my digits
Hit me up about ten, I'll be over in a minute
I'll ease open, you got a g hopin'
And I'm a get up in those jeans with
This L-U-V
Is a B-I-G
L-O-A-D
A P-I-L-E
Of B-U-L-L
S-H-I-T
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
You ask me to stay
I will R-U-N away
You will L-I-E
trash?
[Ant Banks]
Yeah, that's right! Me and Big Bruce and the 7-Duce got it goin' on...
You know what I'm sayin'? With the B.G. gettin' paid like
riches, tell me girl do you feel me
Are you ready for the rhythm of a real G
World do you hear me.
I got ya runnin' for my body
Drippin' sweat are
rolls around, situation's brighter
Easin on the breaks, subject matter's lighter
Kurious Jorge, with a J not a G
A smooth flowin brother and I brought
To my brothers
Big Lee and Don Ice
Reggie Reg, T.C., Todd, Lou, Black Tone
Whitey, Ty Speeder, Ru Dog, Herb McGruff
E-Jet, G Love, Doc Ring, Slice
have it L) What? (Give it to 'em L) Yeah
I damage all opponents as soon as the bell rings
It's all about me, yo it's a B. I. G. L thing
The crown
feelin kinda high and yet kind a key
Maybe cause I'm smokin on the cloud nine G
See I got the tasty ways and a cool buzz
First you smell what it is then
mother suckin up my brother
Little sis holdin my mail, I'm in jail for the blow
Cryin if you ddin't know
[ Shock G & Humpty Hump ]
A: you burn that
here goes the G-A-T.
So take a step up and play for the rhythm.
>From Compton boy, and this is what I give em.
A blast from the gat just for talking that
and yeah he gots the feeling.
He tells his homey, "G lets get ready for the killing."
Little did he know Miss Daisy's in the kitchen
Standing cooking
nothing in front of a virgin
One credit to the nation
Speak truth and emotion
Respect to the
And you t swing Mr G
You've worked hard but we've just
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
Lyin g naked licking these wounds of humiliation
cooked up flow in a Pyrex jar
Naw, I ain't the new millennium raw, cool G. or K.R.
I'm just doin me, Sheek Louch a motherfuckin' hot MC
Don't get it
half to a key
If these alone 'gon cause me a G
My flow too deadly baby
No fakin hold the hammer steadily baby
No shakin you still wanted to pop off
Uh huh
This one is good
The illusion of fun
D-are-you-G-S leave no one alive
I'm alive
Freedom of choice
Love my monkey on ice
Sittin'
on
Til the old man bangs a gong
G is for greed
O is for order
V is for villains in the three-piece suits defining the borders
E is for empire
R
the bitch on the bus
[Chorus]
(Oh you don't know who the fuck I be?)
Oh it's the L, double O, N, representin the NYC
(Any nigga disrespect my G's)
Son
the g-funk sipping on juice and gin
Just me and a friend feeling kind of groovy, workin' on a movie (yeah, right)
But we did nothing, absolutely buttkiss
cooked up flow in a Pyrex jar
Naw, I ain't the new millennium raw, cool G. or K.R.
I'm just doin' me, Sheek Louch a motherfuckin' hot MC
Don't get it
Christmas is a real G
Throwin' with the key that could set her mind free
A father full of mockin' breed
The 6 figure fee and the S.U.V
I'll holler later
The way my demons want you dead wouldn't wanna be ya
Joke's up, the G loc's up, so what shut up
We gon' see how tough you be when we roll up
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