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the way, son, you know that bitch off Gates?
I think her name Mimi, bitch greedy, give you head easy
Fake weave, big ass with the G-3"
"I know that chick,
Lookin' at me as If I was a enemy, but if I'm the enemy
You better take a look in the mirror, G
Could it be I look like someone you know
Someone you knew
can remember back in 93'
I was clocking G's, you was sweating me Ohh I had plenty money
Sex every night we used to flex in the sand
Sayin I'm
Don't let your mind do all your walking
Boy you'll stumble every time
That road I seen the devil stalking
Dealin' only with the dyin'
G'on let
a G.I.R.L.
Juliet, you're the
weirdest girl I ever met
Queen bitch
That's mean
That's rich, obscene
Heartbreaker bring me down
I'm a dog
Kicked around
the hip
Or waistline like G-Rap I don't waste mine
I'm paralyzing punks, I'm loadin' nines on they spine
As soon as they drop, I boogy up the block
you a whole new meaning of train of thought,
Mike G benefits off
what Dwayne has caught
come on I'll use you twice won't bruise your slice
Be prepared
paths on a search to be free
Suspicion felt corruption had a piece of Gotee
Success had me stressed like the G-Mo-be
Cee-Lo's verse on "Thought Process"
a acrobatic
magic it gets 'cause VooDoo isn't in me
can't you send me ass to the G Funk Era
double dare a nigga to step
without a gat kept in a safe place
his
real yo
Chill with the rap shit you clowns uplift your shields though
Daddy-O, whatup, Pop left the G blew the spit out
Apachi and P keep your shit
to the floor know what I'm talking bout
(H) Hoes like you get punched in they fucking mouth
(U) Its a lot of fuckin you's in the song but watch
(G) But watch
show
And everybody want to be a G when they grown
Same song in my hood
As it is in yourz
They send real niggaz to the pen and score
Wars caused by
No no we don't die, yes we multiply
Anyone test will hear the fat lady sing
Act like you know, G go, I know what Bo don't know
Touch them up and go,
kiss and I and G.
Wave them hands up in the air
And feel the love from everywhere
It's not I think but very nice
Hope you felt this more than
Queen Pen of the Click
The littlest G with the, hottest shit
Here's one thing y'all should never forget
that she flows like no other chick)
Rock chicks
[ VERSE 1: Threat ]
Fresh out my khaki fatigues
All you B.G.'s, you little leagues
??? run deep down in my genetic code, my DNA, frequent
It was all love, when push came to shove
I had back, till one kid got clapped
They lock G, for conspiracy
He turn around tryin rattle me, Arabic
I
stackin' chips and watchin' hips
The Gladys of the knights to be a pimp
We dip to the casinos, I got a g-note, we makin' key notes
Godfather Al Pacino, we
da Jamms back to attack with another grandslam
So get with it get g-get with it Da Force is back and the sky da limit
Move like ya really don't
Anne Francis stars in Forbidden Planet
Oh oh oh oh
At the late night double feature picture show
I knew Leo G. Carrol was over a barrel when
Taratula
came quick I'm like [Name] from _The Bully_
Gettin mad respect, and I collect P.C.
Every week I come around, clowns hit me with a g
The world was yours,
with a stool
I'm drunk it hit my head
I'm pissed I'm turning red
Well it's the Lordz of Brooklyn
if you fuck around you're dead
E to the D to the G the E
at the clubs goin down
Where all the rappers get the mike and show they ground
Rest in peace Hit man, Pimp Daddy
And Daddy Jones
Kilo G Slim
And my nigga nigga
something
I am little boy in a wet dream, this g.i. joe it seems,
I'll share this and you share that, cause in something I have nothing
Kill myself on my
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