Lyrics:
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
The place is a mess
And the saddest part that pains me to vent
I can't tell between what the government and tornado wrecked
My heart aches, As i write this
want her, In my backseat
By the time I hit her G-Spot, We sexin' on that Broad Street!!
Cruzin on Guignard, Riding in a Drop Top, Baby sitting next to me
you looking dope because you got a knot"
Ain't no cruising up out the hop
I'm hangin' by the spot cause I had to put the Lexus off up in the shop
said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental
Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental
In these streets you
G shit, LBC shit, remember how it used to be?
Mmm, you remember so much
No we didn't, see if you can remember this shit
1982 now what was I to do
[Verse 3 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Criticized by the main stream
For not bein the house jig and keepin things squeaky clean
But I can't, so I ain't
But I won't play
Seen too many niggas lose life over they ego
You never see me comin', I was raised by a torpedo
In a tornado, you just a seagull, you seem slow
You're
Luchion
Yo I don't toss it when I pop I just run up in the spot
Pour acid on my glock and start burying the pot
In the back yard, used to have
on the plate
Gots to grind everyday
Hold up, wait
They know I'm on top
They can't wait till I drop
Bout to shut down the spot
Hold up, wait
Bitch I'm lit like
Bury me a G
Tell me how can I survive? Remember me?
Life as a G
These money making activities is killin' me
I'm tryna ball
But the alcohol making me
G shit, LBC shit, remember how it used to be?
Mmm, you remember so much
No we didn't, see if you can remember this shit
1982 now what was I to do
[Notorious B.I.G. conversating with someone]
Yeahh, worrd
I remember I met this one bitch
Cause you know me I don't see how I'm the nasty
remorse hit by the hardcore fo' sho'
Leave him stuck in his front seat
70 rounds through his front window
Ain't no fuckin' with G's
Fill 'em up to they
I'm hangin by the spot cause I had to put the Lexus off up in the shop
But it's all to good it's a hood thang
Never too bogus notice the love
grow
On these streets
Kway back it was Alize not
Brandy, twenty man up and ante up in Tan, G
Before he got locked in spots
Lord knows we had to go
through the spot real heavy on the waist
So when they wanna move, we put 'em in they place
Yo, I was schooled by the hood, raised by the wolves
Trained by
times must I sit and watch you go
Which way does the wind blow up in your tornado
I know you remember before September
Now watch the embers fall and then
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
Word on the street I'm a suspect
Hangin' with the killers in
g.e.t.l.i.v.e. alright
Transhypnotic robotic can't stop it
No limits to this style you know you can't lock it
First you mock it, rock it and then you stock it
But
in the rain
Swear he put the G in Game, had the Gucci frame
Before Dana Dane, thought he ran with Kane
I can't recall his name (what was his name?) you
I just laugh at yo' face
Blow a stack on David, 'cause I'ma pyro
Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold
I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops
my niggas a kin to me
Regardless how it go down I still get ten a ki
Beware of my enemies, y'all remember me
Nike's with the low goose on and I've
Bury me a G
Tell me how can I survive? Remember me?
Life as a G
These money making activities is killin' me
I'm tryna ball
But the alcohol making me
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