Lyrics:
?Slalucci?, kicking like Bruce Lee
I make G's off a pen and some looseleaf
I'm gone with the wind as soon as I begin
And if my girl act funny, I bag her friend
Elite beatboxer minus the raps
Rollin' with at least three choppers, Ryan is that
I literally keep three shottas
I'm lyrically James Todd, Tariq
[ VERSE 1: Mike G ]
Remedies for house parties stayed simple and plain
Little wine, little music, little Mary Jane
Gotta keep the lights dim, so when
from Harlem to Q.B.
And when it drops, game over, you'll see
Introducin, finally, the legendary cool G.
[Kool G. Rap]
It's B.G.S. kid so what you
Throwback Buhay Estudyante
Music and Lyrics by Jonathan Hernandez
Intro:C,F,C, C,F,C
Stanza 1
C F
Pare naalala mo pa ba
G C
nung unang araw natin sa
Read my rap sheet, nigga: three classics!
Shut your bumba', I've got A-Rod numbers
All you muddaskunks get buried in the trunk
When I blast the pump
Read my rap sheet, nigga: three classics!
Shut your bumba', I've got A-Rod numbers
All you muddaskunks get buried in the trunk
When I blast the pump
off fifty G's (G's)
Got some shit in New York on her knees, she say she twenty-three (three)
Posted in the Bronx, it's me and D, we gettin' a chopped
Cannot climb this high, be careful
But you know I am the devil, 'cause I am a fucking G.O.A.T.
Head by the daily, damn I forgot her name, think it was
apologize
They want me to cross ova fuck dat side
I'm jus a real nigga out of Ft.Myers
I got principles nigga dats what I live by
Ain't had rap feature
Warning
Your about to experience some serious bars, delivered by the one and only truly Krayko Breezy
We ask if everybody just please fasten their
do is hang out with the stars
All they wanna do is get high like the moon
Take a nigga back to the hotel room
Sex, drugs, rap, roll, yeah we on it
proper, back to the entertainment,
They thought I would have be finished by now,
Just up preparing another lines huh!
Where I am right now l, think is
tyle po swojemu stała gadka
G do U do O do V do A na pewno znasz od Pompuj rap 2
Co drugi ptaszek w rapie słodko ćwierkał w dresach raperka trafiła na
uh-huh
Yeah, yeah
Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit em wit, numerous
shots with the fo'-fo'
Faggots runnin to the Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap
burnt that tracky
And we got rid of the stolen car
DC step I don't think that you heard this
When 2 got got by my G
I know them man there were just
can't deny it) I'm the same ol' G
The Guc' frames got the same gold G
Duke can you frame O-3, cause if you see me on ya corner wit a 40
It ain't gonna
frames got the same gold G
Duke can you frame O-3, cause if you see me on ya corner wit a 40
It ain't gonna be named Olde E
I might be in Chuck T's,
nobody be checking for you
Must we remind again, must you rewind again
I'm off three Heinekens, and this shit is effortless too
I done stepped on your
the taxi
I want my money back g
You're taking the p
I don't care if your broke I want it quickly
Cus I'm about to take the world by storm
Even the six
blood
Looking awkward when you rap
I’m about to crush a bug
I ant been asleep for 2 days I’m going on to 3
Updating you on this 5 Star g
Some are loving
Hustlin’
Bustin’ my Ass
Cause I’ had to take Action
Foot on the G.A.S
Watch me shoot rite Pass’ EM.
I’m the Type to go and get It
You know that’s by any
and Megawatts smoke trees we on that
Getting to the money whole team be on that
Rise like a phoenix yeah boy we on that
Renegade G's hell yeah we all that
started drinkin' beers,
I'm hittin' hookaz by the dozen,
Makin' ya wetter 'cause I fuck better than your husband,
Givin' ya girl back spasms,
Cause G
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