Lyrics:
[ 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
out with a blast
Cash in your life nigga
When you playing with me
I'll give you work
Break ya off ya face B.G.
[Lac]
Cadillac's the name I run
a couple of em makin sure that he drop
Look here nigga
[Hook] (BG)
You must don't know his background (background)
He been a lil donkey straight from Uptown
Boy shirt
Next two, BG and Wayne, since they want to be the baddest
Shot em up wit bad dope, to me that's the saddest
Look
Chorus:2x
[T-Bone]
My dog Sloop, my nigga Nu-Nu, Tony, Fat, Shorty
Wee, Lil Tee, Wild Jack and my Uncle Hardy
Tee, that nigga B.G., Herc, and Nico
I had rights done
que d'la moulax (en esprit)
BG sur T-Max (en esprit)
Rétro gauche nique ma Rolex (en esprit)
J'suis tellement une moula qu'elle veut que j'la casse
as minhas notas
Disse que é minha fã e me chamava de BG
Só vou te pegar se os crias pegar você
Base liberada que hoje é dia de lazer
Senta pro DG que tu
policia fazendo os menozin correr yê
E foi só mais um dia na vida do mano Hakim na vivencia em BG
Eu quero acorda no outro dia sabendo que eu vivi só mais
Tantas noites sem dormir
Quero ir, não posso mais
Preciso te encontrar
Fazer nosso choro na praça
Dançar um forró no BG
Aquele pagode na Táta
Ou sair só
alone
So baby pick up the phone baby pick up the phone and I'ma be there with ya
(All night long)
Best believe
What you wanna do its all on you B.G volume
She fi The Day Me Gone
Round three
Vers 2:
And If Me drop And Jail a Me Pon
Concrete Noh Tell Me Low The Badness
Could a Way A BG all Phone Me
d'amour mais mieux dirigé
Beaucoup plus de peur, de Prada, D&G
J'suis pas devenu BG d'puis la maille
Ça fait longtemps que j'sors des missiles (ouais)
Mi son svegliato rallentato oggi sto in zona
Ieri ho proprio esagerato oggi sto in zona
Si oggi sto in zo'
Faccio il bg
Sulla bici
In giro per la
doctor akeweje gan nile gbegbi reh anymore
Eyan shey O B O
Mi o si ni 30BG o
I go hide my face I no get shame since 1960 oh
Shey na money you want abi na
de invejoso
Eu me alimento de música, batida, até o osso
Minha bic cospe fogo, BG caneta de ouro
Lágrimas suando de sangue, o eco do túnel vazio
up my money
He never fold always kept it 100
Rest of them niggas really was acting funny
Bitch you knowing how I’m coming
Long live BG forever my homie
Cuando uno diga keloké
Gary
Hablamo' ahora ñiño
Tú sabe keloké
Y Lito Records
El Cojo Blanco, BG
Benni El Blanco
Keloké Rafy
Eh, un saludo pa'
ella
expresar lo que siento
Se darían cuenta que
este amor no es un juego
Oh uh no
No es un juego
Uh no no no
Dímelo Sam
Ray Bg
Buxxi Bebé
since a B-G banger
Plus I'm down wit tha killas no matter red or blue
An too bad I can't say tha same shit bout you
Cause you's a bitch nigga dawg
my nigga BG in, just stock all me
Back with the gauge in the double glock party
Hardy round for your head
Nigga what you want? Now you are dead
Blood
the bottom of the pot
I got it white, I got it tan, it's either you coppin' or you not
Nigga jets is pulling off and you stuck on the curb
D-I-P, B.G., fuck
perfect, but I guess not.
When we started dating,
it was perfect,
until we had that bg fight,
that turned into our whole lives,
we said some things we
it ready - soft and rocked
Let all my neighbor hood fiends
Come to scrap all the pots
Let my little B.G.'s run the hood spots
And if it's funked than
you back
shout out to B.G. the whole chopper city
Cash Money Young Money yea we got the city
CHORUS
Verse 3 [Short Dawg]
Now let's welcome
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