Lyrics:
Do you remember me?
Remember playing pinball right on 23rd street
(K-I-N-G)
I was there, I remember
When you got your first pair of sneaks
from Atlanta
I do, ha-choo, excuse you, that nigga look like me
He from the G.A., and I'm M easy, that's Game
I don't do what you niggas do, that's
real (I keep it real)
Cause im a G (Cause im a G)
And i aint wit niggas that scream MP (MP!)
[Mr. Clean:]
Its mr clean the money go getter
And u better
can see all the weakness.
I pick all the faults.
Well I concede all the faith tests,
Just ot stick in your throats.
31G, 31G, 31G
I hung around
Think slow do you really want me
I got scars do you really want see
Said she got 21 questions
For me
I Been straight up
So I kept it real G
Got No
[Nate Dogg]
She said she wants to ride my joystick
She act like she wanna ride my joystick
[Warren G]
I got it lock when it comes to females
Y'all
Keepin' it gangsta
Niggaz and niggettes
Keepin' it gangsta
Niggaz and niggettes
[Warren G]
I was raised in the church but spent more days raised in
[Intro: Missy] + (B.I.G.)
Uh (uh)
Come on (uh)
It goes B to the I to the G so proper
Missy and Big Poppa (Check it out)
Call us chief knockers
G]
I shoot 'em up, I bang bang
Or we can duke 'em up but you know you can't hang
Still from the Beach, still a g thang
213 in the house and you know
to a thousand dollar nigga
Fuck George Bush, the army, and the G.I.
Nigga this P.I., until I D.I.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Goldie Loc]
Now don't get mad when you see
to gas me
I played my cards well, try to live swell
For the G, I would sell, 'cause I was deep in hell
But then I really wasn't, she had a fly cousin
you want some (yeah)
I smell the smoke, bumpin' U-T-O
Down the P-I-A, all these G-I-A's
You know I love to tote, keep that pay O-D role
And when
who's back g G Guess who's back
G G G Guess who's back
Everywhere I see, a soldier, a soldier
Everywhere I see, a soldier like me
Everywhere I see,
sitting in the cadillac
Coco, there you go
Steal the money, steal the show
Snoop D-O double-G, I told you I'm original
that's promised, death and taxes
And a dope ass tour by L-O-G-I-C
Cordae and JID, but that shit ain't free, now check it (Sinatra)
Yeah, and on that
so please rewind it for me
Fuck you with my jewelry on so it will be blindin' to see
She told me Gucci you the best, she keep remindin' a G
I told
thugs at the club, and they got the nines showin
Dirty pimpin g's, one of my dreams, player now listen
Lotta blacks locked down, but comin back around in
at Belle Isle
Then it was on to Portland, Oregon for the G.I. Joe
And I'd blown off almost everyone when my motor let go
New England, Ontario we died in
I know
My Spanish hoe she love me so
She say, "amo amo amo"
These lil boys don't want a war
Them toy soldiers, G.I. Joe
Mystical
Here I go, here I go
Cause we feel like this here
I feel like niggaz can't fuck with me
I feel like someone wanna be B.G.
I feel Lil' Wayne will burn yo block so quick
I
Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'
Word up I got shit to do you
Uh uh, uh huh huh
Yung G (I don't even know what the fuck I'm saying right now)
Shut the fuck up (I never left bro)
Pussy
Shut the fuck up
Shut
gotta pay homage
When I see the young G, Kodak, I love the way you be contributin' the shit that you be doin'
I done see you go to jail, come home,
There was a farmer who had a dog,
cnd Bingo was his name-O.
B-I-N-G-O!
B-I-N-G-O!
B-I-N-G-O!
cnd Bingo was his name-O!
There was a farmer who had
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