Lyrics:
This is the G. I. Jive
Man alive
It starts with the bugler blowin' reveille over your bed when you arrive
Jack, that's the G. I. Jive
a telescope
Snitches in the game
Give the young g's names
Bitches on the jock
Of the hustlers on the block
Jump from gee to gee
Similar to a flea
Suck the blood
Party got lit so we flooded the yacht
Swimming to shore damn near flooded my watch
I'll have security meet at the docks
With a suit and a tie
There are white folks
And then there are ignorant
Mothafuckas like you!
I be on my Suit and Tie shit, tie shit, tie
I be on my Suit and Tie shit,
But I'm still s******g (I'm still spazzing)
You don't know the code
You don't know the bros
And you ain't asking? (You are not asking)
She was not a hoe
But I'm still s******g (I'm still spazzing)
You don't know the code
You don't know the bros
cnd you ain't asking? (You are not asking)
She was not a hoe
When I'm on these beats, I'm not on these streets
Work hard now so i wont be begging for cheese please
I don't meet G's after school or drink tea
I
Uh uhh, Lil' Flip (Lil' Flip)
I'm hoppin out in a Fendi suit, I got DVD's in my Bentley Coupe
I got hoes that's 22; they buy me clothes and tennis
St. Laurent suit on
Then we do a dance like my man Luther Jam
But my verse came first
I stole change out her purse
Now I wanna dig her up outta
fux with me
Got real G's that's on the grind work 9
To 5 and they fux with me
Got young pros in a suit and tie with a
Coupe to drive and they fux with
ID
Wah gwaan
Why pre
Man deh inna the street and a hunt fi the G
And we never cry cree
And me nah give up, no
No mi nah do it
Because mi want fi
Armaani Ke Suit Ko Kaat Ke
Kachhe Main Banaaoon..
De G Pe Danda Kaske
Tu Fraud Se Rehna Bachke
Tere Peechhey Rocket Dhar Ke
Usko Aag Doonga
G Pe Danda De,
Налик в кармане
Калеки шарят
Макиавелли закончит день в баре (662)
Плывёт в тумане
Вмазанных зданий
Открывай дверь
И Делай G Party
Жалят басы их
chronic dealer
The homie Nate Dogg didn't appeal to her
But now he rock boots that match with his suits
And push a Lexus coupe that's extra G
And now
"I'll be getting money till the day that I die"
[Mike G]
Lace up a fattie of the greenery, bounce and check the scenery
Anticipation of the raw
to the edge
I'm tryin not to lose my head
Cause you don't really want to see me show out (show out)
In the club on free spinning G's (show out)
Mocca humma
to the edge
I'm tryin not to lose my head
Cause you don't really want to see me show out (show out)
In the club on free spinning G's (show out)
Mocca humma
Aye when you see me, salute me
Like a general I'm leading the troops
I make this G shit look so easy to do,
And when you see me salute
a see about it nigga G about it)
Lyrical Rembrandt
Spend that
Nigga we put that Henn that
Since fourteen been makin' green where you want to go
cause this is real thug shit nigga!
It's a thug world we live in a thug world it's a thug world t-h-you-g
It's a thug world we live in a thug world it's
What's up, Fresh?
It's our turn, baby
Gator boots (gator boots)
With the pimped out Gucci suits (them Gucci suits)
Ain't got no job (ayy-ayy,
now (hot now)
My new girl foreign, need a visa (yeah)
Alexander Wang or McQueen (or McQueen)
Told her hold me down, I keep it G'd up (G'd up)
Only
cause I'm close to the edge
I'm tryin not to lose my head
Cause you don't really want to see me show out (show out)
In the club on free spinning G's
to the edge
I'm tryin not to lose my head
Cause you don't really wanna see me show out (show out)
In the club on free spinning G's (show out)
Mocca humma
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