Lyrics:
right
Someone's at my door, baby, who could it be?
Someone wants to score and get laid by the D-O-double G
Hey girl, what's your name? You wanna go
And the rules of the game seem to change
Trust, honesty and devotion
And money, money, money is the poison potion
There's no way that I can even say
That this
on deck, on deck to the fullest
Got that type of game and I'm know just to pull 'em
Now as I stroll and as I pass by
I'm maxin' with my doggs feelin'
wanted was Snoopy)
That's right
Someone's at my door, baby, who could it be?
Someone wants to score and get laid by the D-O-Double G
Hey girl, what's
a lot of rules
We ain't never played by the rule
They ain't never played by the rule
Get 'em gone, if niggas wanna do it
OAK, that nigga, is you foolish?
Spears agleam in the dying sun,
The blood is spilled, the battle's won,
From the icy throne of God-King shall rule,
When nine stars kiss the moon
help, I'ma do this shit by myself)
If rap was a video game, you'd play on G-Eazy
Me, I'm G, expert mode, please believe me (ha)
Steezy, put this shit
and beep out the bailer
And get a new track o' drums so I can play with
Percussion, pumpin' it loud when I perform
Yo, you want to play in my game, put
Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history
Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga
Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history
Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga
This ain't livin'
Nigga, I hear even the smaller G's be dippin' Chevy Impalas
While flossin' they gold D's, O.G.'s, is who they follow
We
see me
[2Pac]
Them b****es is foul, take a look at the evening news
You`ll see a n**** gettin' cuffed by the boys in blue
Is it a, frame up,
This ain't livin'..
[2Pac]
N**** - I hear even the smaller G's be dippin' Chevy Impalas
while flossin' they gold D's, O.G.'s, is who they follow
called me Santa in December
But guess what, my Wally's got messed up
Autograph presser what, blast enough to blow your rest up
We scrape that, Land O' Lake
on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slaying gcrews in icu
Battling, using hockey rules
For Keith Murray, doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
weak shit in tha game
On tha streets, smoking dough and leak on tha heap
[Chorus]
H-o-s-t-why-l-e
(tha drug pushers and face mushers)
Those them
business tight, not by tryina be Goldie
These niggas gettin they game picked down to the bone
If you listen on what these hoes have to say, your money's gone
where the toast is (uh)
Always cover my tracks when I creep
Always get away when I'm done to relax, is deep (yo)
I always know the rules of the game
that drive-by
And ain't did nothing but drive by
Listen shawty I'm telling you this for your own good (uh)
Everybody is the man in they own hood, for
on deck, on deck to the fullest
Got that type of game and I'm know just to pull 'em
Now as I stroll and as I pass by
I'm maxin' with my doggs feelin'
see me
Them bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news
You'll see a nigga gettin' cuffed by the boys in blue
Is it a frame up, tryin' to keep
drum
They don't want none
Get done by the double O
They gon feel stunned
Get pressed I'm a Supplex fuck the rule set
Who's next, fucked around and got
Yeah nigga, the hood is fucked up right now
You niggaz got shit all crossed-up
Niggaz got the game real twisted, right now
You niggaz is really
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