Lyrics:
and tribulations
But you know somethin', like I used to always tell you, baby
A good listener's a good learner
(G-o-d's my reality)
I see you listened very well,
rap in the key of r-a-p
Now that is over I'm ready to jam
Want all you people, to clap your hands
Tonight we're gonna, scream and shout
We're gonna
rap in the key of r-a-p
Now that is over I'm ready to jam
Want all you people, to clap your hands
Tonight we're gonna, scream and shout
We're gonna
and tribulations
But you know somethin', like I used to always tell you, baby
A good listener's a good learner
(G-o-d's my reality)
I see you listened very well,
out knife
How you rat and still in jail? You lost your stripes
Down bad, a max pad that boy must need
Plant seeds to build G's and real life P's
My
the M-I-K-E, ooh, to the D
I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.p.
Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree
Stayin' true to this vision in the Y2G
Two G's got
the M-I-K-E, ooh, to the D
I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.p.
Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree
Stayin' true to this vision in the Y2G
Two G's got
never night 'round me
Pick your fight, pick your fight wisely G
If you pull that 9, it's gon' be R.I.P
I stand tall, never bow down to a nigga
If he ain't
Now what you bout, shoppin' sprees?
(Yes in-fuckin'-deed)
Benz and Navigator keys?
(Yes in-fuckin'-deed)
A bank account with fifty G's?
(Yes
claquer, j'peux pas ouvrir mon clapet
Tous ces p'tits rappeurs c'est du calqué
J'ai enchainé les passes, les reprises
Pardon, j'suis pas héritier d'une
little G
Mash up the rave, make a little P
Out of the blue like Little Dee
Jump on the stage in my little T
The Boy Better Know one with the little C
Big 5
Comme Haliou, Molenbeck et Liessou
Oh putain ce qu'ils se font rares
Les grands hommes comme P'tit G
Il me posait une quette-pla quand
J'lui demandais 10
man two pedal bike, that's 4 man go
5 man stay no mask, just throw me a shirt
Cut that up I can't catch no case
In the whip just crash him
For the p's
I get P.O.D.
Shorty talk shit but she all on me
Really she a rider, she get down for a G
Only smoked once but we was high for a week
While she all in
Yeah mon R.I.p to a real G
Yuh know (oh God, help)
Woii
Momma say fi lef' I'gun, but mi cyan' leave it
Poppa say fi lef I'gun, but mi cyan' leave
brooms
Why is your tattoo some ugly looking thing?
I got many designs they're downloading on Bing
My cousin got his G.C.S.E.'s decorating
He's handy you
for who?)
For G.P., for G.P. nigga
Don't be disrespectful nigga
G.P. nigga (aiiight, aiiight, talk about it)
Last night
You sucked somethin special
[Chorus]
Screwed Up Click, my click of G's
Ah you got to feel that player M-O-E
Rolling with the Los, running with the codeine
And we about
[Chorus]
Screwed Up Click, my click of G's
Ah you got to feel that player M-O-E
Rolling with the Los, running with the codeine
And we about
Learn from nothin never amount to shhh
P-o p-I-m-p stick
Take it to bed cause I'ma claim what I'm wit'
Warned at first but you was down for this shhh
Now
[master p]
Mother fucker ask me what I think about a bitch
This ain't nothin' about a bitch nigga
I use a bitch like shoes you know what I'm sayin'
A lot of cats thought the G.P. shit wouldn't make it
June Luva (Smokin)
Pop Brown Hornet (Smokin)
Rubber to the Bands (Smokin)
Down Low...
cherry wood
I got that G-lock, 33 ladder works
I bag a bullet to your belly
Make your bladder burst
Now you piss some blood, I'm fishing for grub
I'm in
pocket, nigga
G bodies (G bodies), 50s (50s)
'Vettes with no sleeve (no sleeve)
(Good job, Larry)
Movin' (movin'), keepin' it P (sheesh)
Twenty Gs in
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