Lyrics:
Let me take you on a ride through the birmingham westside
Where the boss ass niggas and the G's ride
Eating pork skins and a peach nehi
I been off in
t.i.p
they holla akon,and j-kwon but what about me
they youngbloodz and young gunz, but boosie
he buss guns and spit it to his love ones,look
they holla
nothin' for me (see ya!)
That's why I love to go on tour G
Scores of whores behind the door, a nigga's naughty
Now, I'm sippin' on a forty
So you can
[Warren G]
Waiting around a crew of thugs
That parade in blue, and yelling 'cause (whats up cuz)
Ate by selling drugs
'38 snub in the waist, in
G's up in this bitch be jammin
Niggas comin down pop trunks just slammin
Niggas hit the van on the candy and them blades
Niggas stayin on me cause
Everybody wanna ball everybody wanna ball
Everybody wanna ball
Holla at broads at the mall
Everybody wanna ball everybody wanna ball
Everybody wanna
love for my nigga named Screw
The Key-C's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
love for my nigga named Screw
The Key-C's in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan
I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him
He broke em all down and we all got high
Hey
Ride to it
Giving a fuck what a hater be saying whenever they speaking on me
Bitch I'm G
Bitch I'm G
Bitch I'm G
Homie I'm G-G
Double O D
G
Hello hello hello sir
Don't touch my wife
Please sir
Holla holla holla senior
No toque a mi esposa
Por favor senior
Bonjour bonjour bonjour
to figure what your love language is
You know what I'm saying
I got a couple of dollars if you going to holla
I bet your love language is like mine You got
disrespected game
You lost your ghetto past going against the grain
Boy that's sour, Geezy can't holla
I hope it rain on you and you got shocked by that wire
disrespected game
You lost your ghetto past going against the grain
Boy that's sour, Geezy can't holla
I hope it rain on you and you got shocked by that wire
a gang of bad bitches by his feet
But now, that he's, locked away
He can't get no love on visiting today
Holla holla, pop yo' collar
Shit a nigga just
still a G thang
It's time for all the lowriders out there (top dollar with the gold flea collar)
Yeah
All the dippers, you like to get ya dip on
Hit
still a G thang
It's time for all the lowriders out there (top dollar with the gold flea collar)
Yeah
All the dippers, you like to get ya dip on
Hit
Yep! Uh
And Bow Wow yeah
Yep! Uh
Yeah yeah, yeah
I'm sayin' O
Lemme tell you what my girlfriend looking like
Holla at the people man
Hey
She be
Holla at the I95
Holla at the bar
Yeah, uh huh
I can't lie (lie)
Holla at the bar
I puff lye (lye)
When I drive down the I95 (5)
G'yeah niggas
the bros
Now shorties holla at me
I can't love no hoe
Money is the only thing to get my love for me
Blowing all this gas by the O
Counting cash with
my shit right
Cause Im not gone be the one to fall off
Cause I know Im gonna be the one to take a fuckin loss
20 G's up in this bitch be jammin
Niggas
wanna interrupt your grind
Hope you know this
Just wanna be right by your side
When you wake up
To appreciate the gift
God gave us
The realist that I ever
baby
Huh oh, it's real, baby, yeah
Uh, I got to holla at that nigga, uh, Goldie
Yuh keepin' it real with that indo, baby
I love to smoke, I love
answering
Holla fuck you, leave a message at the tone
Hi it’s J-Miri
I like to go by that now cuz the beat is so scary
Fantastic I get that a lot
My hands are
us (YO!)
[Ja Rule]
Hey baby; see'mon and hop in my fo'-three-oh, S-E
And let's see, how quick you fall victim to this G
I'm a gangsta BITCH,
Discuss these holla by g love Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In