Lyrics:
Set it off, that's me, O
T-H-U-G, original thug.
From the C-town, outlaw squad,
You niggas can't touch me with a ten-foot rod,
'Cause I'm rollin'
say?
All I can do is reminisce like Mary J
I want to get with you
So come and get with me
We'll be K-I-S-S-I-N-G
And all that good stuff
Calling
the heat
I come correct in this rap game
Rappers act insane
Meanwhile I'm blowin the mic an back in the frame
They can't see me, they can't feel the real G
I
the movements in front of my eyes
can't rely on a seeing dog they got me
Or lay and wait for the devil to surprise me, nah G
Chorus (twice)
It only takes a line
smokin mo's
You need to get with the new crew and that's the O-double
D down with the G.B. 'makin trouble'
It took us a while to come out, but bitch
We
missed the ...., it's feelin
Forget suckin up 'cause you . need to sing it
If you're rated G, you're wit me til I D-I-E
That's why we're livin 2 die
land of polyurethane,
Things are apt to get a bit hot.
As the toys go winding down.
C. G. the Mexican is a friend of mine.
We used to sit around
Yesterday I found something in my room
It was a G.I. Joe comic book that I had
And suddenly a feeling overcame my gloom
And I realized how things
mean this
Nigga make a lot of ???, bitch jump on my penis
Other scenery, with the ??? man,
Got machinery about the stupid g?s,
On the other block,
together for sunshine
Little beads of water on my back
Taken from the pine
D-O-G barked as if to say
He thinks it's time
We danced together in the sunshine!
cracks
20,000 whips
Yeah, yeah
All I did was double-cross the CIA
G.E. and Lockheed do that every day
Yeah, aw yeah
The Gringoes seized all my
want to eyes lookin beady
But I'm quick to rush the less and crush the rest to dust
Who else to bust the rap cap, at your wick wack pack G
Cause I don't
Bullshit walk, money talk, I can be with any broad
But I want yo' panties off, why you havin' any thoughts?
[Chorus]
G-string to the side, baby let me
Oh shit
The K, the G, the B, Ill Knob bring the ruckus
'Cause I don't got no time for these faggots
They frontin, but I'm about to break them out
Billy club wears a uniform, his dream job's to be a cop
His hero was G.I. Joe, loved to change his clothes
Boy Scout blues to screw banaroos to code
the ice under the sleeve
I'm like, "It's time to breeze," told honey, "Let's leave"
Took her to Ema G's(?), got some eggs and cheese
Grits fishcakes
'Cause I rob from the rich and I give to the good
Even though it's for the money b, I'm droppin' dollars G
Straight shots in the head, peep the summary
Yeah, Vinnie Paz baby
2 G baby
Army of the Pharoahs
All that good shit
Yo, yo
The lawnmower man smashes
Through your skull with battle axes
niggas'll still take it
Man, I was raised on a constitution written by thugs
Niggas that G, kill, lie like prayer rugs
It's deranged, pocket full of shells
Mission impossible, cause these hoes simply incapable
Goin' for the cash, and dash first chance available
Bitch, really understand me
Ken D-A-W-G from
down with the G, came get some
Crusin' ‘round the country through every little town
You always find the coolest of people come around
Where would we
Islamic patheon
flows got the breeze on my clothes got the scent of trees
I lay back and blow sax like Kenny G
power blast wiping my path devour fast
I
me free
Turn me loose
Chain gang, chain gang
Well, I'm g-you-i-l-t-why
Guilty of a heart that breaks
Darlin', I loved you, but you said goodbye
they want to be me
If I get it raw I draw heat like McGraw, feel me
Mama, without a coma, this G thuggin
Got me feeling like I'm addicted to all
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