Lyrics:
huh 4800 though
Cali street weed I don't do the medical
Ballin' like a nigga playing four quarters
My old head, Blazer, call him Terry Porter
T-G-O-D by
We slang kilos, eighths to them shorties, bring G loads
Of paper to the hood, we got you, cop three of those
And get your hustle right (yeah),
and trappin and trappin and trappin
Finessin and trappin, yeah
Finessin and trappin, whoa
Drinkin on Lean by the four (whoa)
Anywhere I go, I glow (whoa)
Hot as hell
I'm hot as hell (I'm hot as hell)
I'm hot as hell (I'm hot as hell)
I'm hot as hell on these streets, I'm hot as hell (I'm hot
Chápu, že jsi hladovej
Chtěl by si se mít líp
Menší zásek na netu, myslíš
Že jsi Chief Keef
Sorry, ale zklamu tě, nevíš, co je žít street
Beru to jak
there tryin to, jack on yo' ass
Why'knahI'msayin? Ain't nuttin nice about these streets, why'knahmsayin?
Every G out there for they selves, that's how it
happens huh, a man's respected by his actions
It's the karma of the street, you try to meet the karma
While the karma sleep, yo it's deep, but the karma
Ayo, turn those lights down while I'm recording!
Matter 'fact y'all niggas get the fuck out the room, G!
Straight up! Sipping on that bullshit
violence usually ends in sirens
By all means, we all fiend for finance
We make cash on the street called straight path
We take class, build with the Gods
die? (Bitch, please)
Gettin G's by any means necessary
That's why my cousin doin' time
And my dogs got buried
Y'all bitches is afraid of the gang
Sittin'
on sight him (on sight him, sight him)
Everyone a G but, are you a G all by yourself? (Self, self)
Say you love your girl, do you trust her by yourself?
and banging on MLK
In a fo' do', tipping with Shae and the BJ
It's the G way, living it up in the SK
While bitches be on my dick, like a rubber that's
Hey!
Hey!
What's this tontería that I'm seeing on the street?
I never thought I'd see the day
Since when are Latin people scared of heat?
When I
that's us, yeah
I had a check before I had a check, before they even knew who I was, yeah
She my bitch, so she got a lot of bags and drive a G63 (damn)
cough drops
J-Hood bitch, my name ring in the ghetto
Cause I'm O.G. and I play the streets like a cello
a blender, hoe need a daddy, you see pretender
I used to be a young drug dealer, now I'ma young girl stealer
I hit the streets like just like Steve Jackson,
a blender, hoe need a daddy, you see pretender
I used to be a young drug dealer, now I'ma young girl stealer
I hit the streets like just like Steve Jackson,
I come from Bed-Stuy
Where niggas either do or they gon' die
Gotta keep the ratchet close by
Someone murdered, nobody seen, nobody heard it
Just
ain't no man of creaton
Once we encounter the killin' spree we on
My defects have G's bet on
Niggaz dollars get they rep on
Speakin' with heat ? could
the street jumped off
The car in 9-0 I was wearing all white capisque had my 501's, five dunkie rolls
Couldn't be saved by john the pope the m-a-c and k from
saying?
R.I.P B.I.G, nigga R.I.P P.A.C, R.I.P
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how it feel, how to rob a industry nigga
Don't take this shit 'cause we
on
Caps goin off on the streets like popcorn
Talkin bout Simon till the early morn'
Word is bond
But now I just cool
Bumpin my Gang Starr tape by my pool
I
stripes
Or lose life, jail niggaz sendin kites to the street
Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked, finish em off
Well done meat, that said
Young g we was born to die, don't cry for me
Just keep the heat closely and ride for me
Cause we family for better or worse, you and I
From the dirt, you
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