Lyrics:
We havin' fun in here
So get your hands up in the air (air, air, air)
[Repeat x2]
Tonight I don't care
We waited all year
Everyone shine
Get yo
said, we surrounded by ice
[Chorus: x2]
[Lil Wayne]
Whoa whoa whoa
Now I'm shining baby glossing
Big tymin stuntin and flossing
Lamborghini
more, I just don't give a fuck.
So if you're thinking about coming and stepping to me,
keep this in mind: I'm a motherfucking O.G.
Snoop:
Lets
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
again.
By any standards, a bizarre reunion!
Is being homeless affecting your game?
I wouldn't know, as I have a home in England.
No, by a home
company, two's a crowd
And three's a party
Ya girl ain't with it, I got somebody (haha)
And by nature she's naughty (wooh)
Now gimme that sweet, that
with the lil' fish
I hit today, by tomorrow, she miss it
I grabbed her neck, she look up then I kiss it
I'm not a GOAT but I fit the description
I
off of our bellys
[Chorus: x2]
I can tell that you boys, got the wrong idea
We some slab riding gangstas, get a car every year
(Down here) we
place
I'm one secound from bustin the drapes
Well you can get ya money and all but not ch'ere
Lil daddy I been runnin this section for 5 years, first
the flow, yeah
Years in the makin', and don't y'all mistake it
I got 'em by a landslide, we talkin' about races
You know this'll never be a tie, just look
assed out
I'm Mr. Tray Deee
And since they say "G" as my title
My method mainly homicidal (boom, boom)
Boom, and you know that
2-1 out the moon
much cash
I bought a new Lac and put it on chrome, without touching my stash
Like Lil Flip I can do that, Excursion candy blue tha?
Twenty two that,
I do in the beat
Yeah, true indeed I do indeed
Do it for the O.G.s and the true MCs
Them bustas say this year I got brand new and it's all phat
But
full of G's
Nigga, please, I'm the macaroni with the cheese
Been around the world and I, I, I, and we been playa hated (say what?)
I don't know
holding the fo'-five
You know who I am bitch, I'm Mr. Westside
(This West West or nothin' - get your pistols, get your flag)
(Gangstas we love to sag, we
the money out, all the way
Okay, lil' dirty, nappy-headed East Atlanta nigga
Father said that I was a force
.44, Hank Aaron chrome
Wanna make it home,
Still rock the gin 'n juice in hand
(Snoop Dogg!)
I do it for the G's, and I do it for the Hustlaz
Here to annihilate you mark-ass bustas
Fuck
holdin' the fo'-five
You know who I am bitch, I'm Mr. Westside
This West West or nothin' - get your pistols, get your flag
Gangstas we love to sag, we
my shell toe shoes
Now put the needle on the record, show'n'prove
Since ninety-two I came to win and never lose
They try to stop a chubby chick from
my life
I remembered what Mr. James said
[Refrain: x 2]
Time goes by
Well it's just like yesterday
Used to be tomorrrow
Time goes by
Well
'm betting he win
And I'm the rap landlord
Just collecting my rent (Ugh)
I put the house on Lil' Bris'
We gon' eat this year
(We gon' eat this year)
Silence
'em G stacks
And got them corn rows to the back
I ain't really trying to be picky
But if you give me somethin, its got to be the sticky
Doing by
B.I.G., Lil Kim on tour
Lil Cease with me, all the cheese with me
All the g's with me, Maybach Eazy-E
The good times don't last long
Just rewind the last
due
I don't mind, your turn around
I myself would even like for a little higher ground
It's high time (backing vocals)
That you find Mr G
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