Lyrics:
got on these streets
Only if you see what my eyes have seen
Then you'll understand why I'm surrounded by G's
If you owe me, and we got beef
I
your always gunna get the real me
On a real g man don't know
Tryna get my bread by the boatload
All day running from the po po
Now I'm tryna get a-head
now woo the
B.G. straight duckin feds
On the real B.G.' bout bustin heads
On the real B.G. killin' chopters
Look in the sky flyin' by it's
smiling like a thief
I got yo find my own God
Homie ain't no peace
I listen to my forefathers
The real True G's
Criminal mind I'm street smart
I'm Nimrod
comin' down ya street
I'm a (Gangsta gangsta), Git triggas squeez'd up!
Got fitty killas with me, Strap'd down, G's up!
'cause I'm a (Gangsta gangsta),
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
She say she love my lingo
I gotta be from the streets
She knew that I was G code
She can tell I'm from the streets
Im snappin going beastmode
Music Y'all
I finagle through the belly of the beast
So I don't get mugged and slugged
By a telly in the street
Receive smoke from the gun
Once you inhale
Take a nigga out the ghetto,
But you can take the ghetto out of me
Bitch I'm a G,
I got to eat on these streets
Survive on these streets
I'm a die
with me, I really wanna show you
How I run the streets, I really wanna show you
How I'm clockin' G's, I really wanna show you
Come and roll with me, 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
don't nobody cap on
Slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky ass shit by the D-O double-G-Y D-O double-G
Real G's who drop ki's, protect these N-U-T's, so
don't nobody cap on
Slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky ass shit by the D-O double-G-Y D-O double-G
Real G's who drop ki's, protect these N-U-T's, so
want her, In my backseat
By the time I hit her G-Spot, We sexin' on that Broad Street!!
Cruzin on Guignard, Riding in a Drop Top, Baby sitting next to me
fiend for currency, get high off weed
Collect G's make my enemies bleed
When you see me nigga holla my set, and watch 'em ride
Outlaw motherfuckers
the motherfucking street
(Chorus)
Something funky for the streets
And the niggas and the hoes
Verse 2
Top down as we ride through the giggety streets
OG
live by
In the streets wit it its either do or die
Never been sweet couldn't duck the sweep tryna make a g an turn
It into three told natti poo kuddy
on that Chronic, Boi you where I got it
This that J.O.G. prescribed to me by the doc from the street
Not Dr. Dre, he make my day and cool like cube
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
on the streets we do battle in the hood
I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood
See I be on some street shit, don't talk to police
I won't accept
stations cause (Cuz) they not ours
Couch potatoes get fried by radiation that scatters
Double-time on the counter, I'm a hundred kinds above the line
That
the spots with the burglar bars
Still keep the choppas by the door (by the door)
B-I-G, put your bottles and your buss downs up
If you fuck with Big Sno
take his advice, he one of the old G's on Valence street
Funk and Clarence upstate, but hey gon' touch down
Soon as ya thinkin, think hustlin down uptown
of the moment
I'm like the Spurs in that moment and it hurt, don't it?
When I stick my spears in my opponent, geah
G-g-g-g-g-geah
Showin' love to my peeps
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