Lyrics:
and dreams
Couldn't see unless we learned to slang dope to fiends, as young niggas
He's the kind of G like everybody knows
As a young nigga
He's always
and sippin gin
We puff trees, we smoke 'em by the ounce
We hit the studio and then bounce
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Click shit, big figure shit
to smoke
That’s how it goes
From Sacramento to the S-O-C-A-L-A with
Snoop D-O double the G-Y
Keep some killers by my side
Do this shit worldwide
Keep some
(cops)
See the thing I miss about hip hop the most was the storytelling
That B.I.g. Shit, that nas shit, that Slick Rick shit
That Tribe Called Quest
Shit, niggas got me higher than a motherfucker off up in here, man
Damn, the fuck y'all get this weed from
Motherfucker overdose or some shit off
(One night, one night)
You lookin' like my type won't cha fuck wit' a G (One night, one night)
She don't wanna fuck me she wanna fuck my car
Starin'
out, stall em out
Fuck em, I twist em
The hardhead never listen
They never recognize and they never pay attention
I stay G, and by the way did I
shit) and it ain't no stoppin it
Y'all niggas from Georgia ain't lockin it
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
These down South boys ain't playin
come in with big shit eaten grins
G D G A7sus4 A7
And try to get Linda to scatter her favors
undress me
Here's what gonna happen, we gone fuck and after that don't you text me
I don't need anyone by my side bitch I'm independent like Webbie
I'll
on my spirit
Me I been all on a mission
Hypnotized by all the digits and I just be slaughtering every sentence
Hop in the civic and hit it when niggas be
Sometimes, I just sit back on my balcony
And I just look at the stars and ask, "Why?"
Nah I mean? I be on some other shit man
(Goose got another one)
That's me and my brother we on fire
Webbie and boosie
Talm bout you just spit you never swallow
Sound like a rookie
Heard you love them singers
So I
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G.O.D
I believe
the streets, outside sweating I lost three pounds
All you niggas in the same bag y'all look like coffee grounds
Blowout fro like I'm Webbie baby Come on wipe me
niggaz gon' speak (wipe me down)
Jiggalatin I been rollin 'bout a week
You can tell I got cake by the diamonds in my teeth (wipe me down)
Black shades
live by the G code we don't talk to police nigga that's a no no (no no)
And I got it for the low low (low low) we getting rich off this coco
I live by
we'll be fuckin' you up
And to you bitches who be thinking y'all could slide by
With that punk shit, bitch, biddity bye bye
I fuck a bitch up faster
and gangsta!
[Chorus - Mr. G'stacka]
Now it's the pimp and the gangsta, stackin cheese
And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on 20 inch D's
We slide wit ease
J this shit too crazy thank you Jaylen
I appreciate you man
But right now I'm hungry i need a-
Mac sauce on the double cheese
One time for fat
Staying G's for life
Young ballers coming up
Staying high till we die
Have you heard about them boys?
They go by Slowed and Throwed
Steady sipping on a four
Shit, And I Pop My Shit
[Young Buck:]
But I Ain't Gonna Change
[D-Tay:]
I Don't Play That Shit
[Young Buck:]
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
[Young Buck:]
Yeah this is for my G's
That be riding up high
Looking haters in they eyes every
Time they pass by just keep it G, keep it G
Tell them you ain't even
About M-G-T, and G-see-see
'Cause you ain't shit, and your mother ain't shit
And your sister ain't shit, and your pussy ain't shit
That
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