Lyrics:
so when ya boy hit the eastside
I'm look for the firefied G-5
Aiyyo Pharrell, gimme that VA discount
I'm tryna bounce wit the whole ounce
(Smoke me
I was low, Gabriel, low!
Mighty low, Gabriel, low!
But now, since I have seen the light,
I'm good by day and I'm good by night!
So blow, Gabriel,
hatin' on the low though
We gon' get by, we gon' get high
Roll up all this weed, blow that shit up in the sky
Gotta vision, baby, I'ma chase until my times
from here
When every sense is in mono
Walk by faith, you appear
I want to live in stereo
I can't get there from here
Without a G\od-directed go
And this ain't got nothing to do with a scale
Or being g-, little f-, but by the way
Thoughts are getting darker by the day
I'm a combination of Skylar
side?
Standin' strong as the waves roll over
When the nights are long
Longing for you to come home
All around, the wind blows
We would only hold
perspiration
That's the way that you blow up like inflation
And then maybe YOU can give a demonstration
[ Big Scoob ]
(G-) (g-) (g-) (give)
momma, she don't have to work no mo'
I pay the bills by the flow from the studio
And I was out in the game by old players and G's
Hollerin 50
thing I've lived by
And it's so real"
A little "G" to the "H"
"E" to the "T"
"T" to the "O"
Now tell me what you see
I'm just ghetto
I'm just me
goin' 4 fo' 4
And blow for blow
It's Silkk, Master P, and UGK
Front door, front row, slow it down ho
You know playaz from the South stack G's
Flippin'
say, "I think you 'bout to blow, nigga"
Bitch, I think I'm bout to blow
Yo Caskey, man good looks, homie
Homegrown spark one up for me
We out
bloody, lil buddy
I don't play with the gun smoke
For the East to the West Coast, nigga give up the ghost
No problem Barry you don't no cemetery, homes
won't believe, that I can open the gates, for tomorrow
Morning, wake up, and you'll realise that you followed
Your dreams, pushed by a nigga from
the plans, never cheat codes
I pull up, never squeezin' through the peep hole
Come through still playin' by the G-code
Gee Babii, in the league go hard ball
them rounds come quick
You a clown for thinking you IT
Red beam on a stick TNT we gone blow this bitch
TNT we gone blow this bitch
TNT we gone blow this
Homies I dey pray for peace
I dey pray my G
Make we make the G's
Say correct cheese
Homies dey pray for peace
I dey pray my G
Make we make the G's
Say
Ruffin on a cloudy day
Hold up my nigga, you get that?
Turn the other cheek, they can kiss that
Don't got time for the chit chat
Money on the floor, let's
stateside soon
I'm gonna blow my fuse
We get hasenpfeffer
and black pumpernickel for chow
We get hasenpfeffer
and black pumpernickel for chow
I'd
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to Houston for some face
Mary Jane wit' a coincidence I'm blowin' swishas doin the same thing
Six-hundred for some big O's, 400 degrees
I'm a ho, Playaz
the things that they do for crumbs
I do mine for me, ya see?
Not the big homie, Double-O-G
Scared to do your own work, man, that's foul (that's foul)
strong blows to the hoes and my foes" (x4)
Well it's the Lord J lightin' up more shit than Broadway
And Times Square wit nuff rhymes for your air
only fuckin' with me for the luxury
I can tell by the way she discussin' me
First date shawty say she in love with me
Fuck her now she say i did her Shun
Get blown away
Get blown away
Get blown away
The wind blows on the other side
Blows on the other side
The wind blows on the other side
Get blown away
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