Lyrics:
you're down with Blaze ya dead homie
G Blood imbedded in street blocks
That's why I put it down, and blast with many shots
Bullet holes in my chest, it's
You're Ovaltine!
You're a boom,
You're the dam at Boulder,
You're the moon,
Over Mae West's shoulder,
I'm the nominee of the G.O.P.
Or GOP!
from A to Z
You wanna get with me, you gotta listen carefully
We got Em in the place who likes it in your face
You got G like MC who likes it on a...
crikey!
So solid
Oxide, G-man, Lisa Maffia, MAC
crikey!
-whispers-
(Why ya want to know, if it was me?
What ya gonna do, if it was me?)
Woooooooooooo...
True-true
Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo
Woo-woo-woo-woo
Woo-woo-woo
True...
Orange Hill, Orange Hill
True, True, ch-ch-ch, true
Tru, "Baby G" Production
broke head
Thanks to why'all niggaz it couldn't be
Without Envy, Whoo Kid, cool Kid and Ron G
My nigga Enuff, S&S, Capone
Chubby Chub, Sight for Sound
a hit somebody baby mama from behind
She get it free, she don't need no I.D. she V.I.P.
Join the booty contest, and walk away with a G
Oh MI-oh-ma,
in 197666 i was born a bastard and a son of a bitch and i,m sick, sick mother fucker sick
in 197666 i nailed a g.i. joe to a crucifix and i'm
Never mind that; What if you could rewind the time back?
Would you bring be -I-G or Martin Luther King back?
It's all about love and happiness, word to Al
about them figgas, G5 on the whippa
Get ready to roll, and let's go nigga
Yo, we gotta get that dough
Then we gotta get some more
I hope your ready
the back of their necks
I got a nickle plated flex-g
And a right to dress sexy
When and where I want
Without being harassed for it
Or being told that I
And the beats so bangin' you don't want it to stop
Huh, I know how you feel when T-boy prepares the track for my grill
I asked G-Hydro to spot me a dollar
(Original in Gälisch)
An saoghal, sia uairean
Obair la ri culTeaglach gabhal dhan a 'mheasa
Pailteas, slainte, is gaol
An Ruis a tuiteam sios
solitude was wifey, word to life, G it seemed
They was together forever and now the womb had been seeded
He needed a job and the robbin wouldn't do it
He
mentionin'
Hot South southern fried everybody want to taste
Erase hate, and bring love to a dark place
Show my face, and get love when I'm recognized
G
It's the simple things like the robots Stevie g draws
And the ease with which you seem to pull those tricks
There are moments of escape for every
Check-check-check it a to the g is gonna wreck it.
On stage, on my record, so nigga don't forget it.
I'm the man. the one-man-band is on my right hand.
(his name
Girls and Bob dog, what's up with the bar
Midori forty-five degrees with cigar (uh huh)
V.I.P., B.I.G. here we are (that's right)
Bad Boy maxim with
Chuck, Fresh, G-Money, Wil, Louie and Wizzy
Those were my favorite days when I turn back the page
And everyday we did a show, the staircase was the stage
your body, they said 'Turn the party out'
Me and G about to burn them Harleys out
Anything goes to get that cream, playa
Bottles up just to get
and your wife will do
Hey that's just me ain't nothin I can do
Plus my whole crew but no not you cause you a sucka
[Verse 2: Mister]
I'm T-I-G-H-T you
bang in east bay it's a G thing
Punks saying salutation while taking lives with no delay
Feel me its west coast the left coast no test wit killer Cali
And even when you're ch-ch-ch-ch-chillin' out
You're wondering what's it all about
Coolin' out, coolin' out, coolin' out
At the G7 summit, well we've
the groove, check G-L-O-B-E gonna prove
Move your chest, roll up your robe
Dance, trance all in a globe
Feel like dance
いつの頃か 忘れそな遠い日
めくるめく想いは
情けない程
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