Lyrics:
bitch
'Cause all this business that I'm doin' finna make me rich
G-Lock by her G spot and it's on unlock
Tree spot by the D spot, but that's where we
with me and Mista Grimm
This shit is gettin so hectic that I can't even trust him now
What would you do for a Warren G cut?
Would you act the fool
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
From where the sewer run open I got to be the shit
Here's a window. peep the design g
I can't help but remember a time when we
Used to hit the spot for
a punch line than a cunch line
You see, tryna find a shot that's a tough grind
You spot one by spot one on the front line
When the race gets tekky I've
Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,
remember the times before life fly by
This that blunt to my lips that got me on my shit
I can't tell its Hell or Heaven on this Earth
Even after birth man we
and spot the moon
And see Snoop Doggy Dogg step into the room (pump, pump)
With the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funk
Follow me, follow me, listen
rudebwoy comin' with the dopeness, blah (pump, pump)
Close your eyes 'cause you can't see me
I quit school 'cause of recess you fuckin B.G. (pump, pump)
and spot the moon
And see Snoop Doggy Dogg step into the room (pump, pump)
With the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funk
Follow me, follow me, listen
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, shit
I remember I was just like you
Smokin' blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
'Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I
Foot hanging out the window
These Balenciagas
Why you wanna know da ticket
You can't even cop em
If you road past the spot
You wouldn't even spot it
[B.G.]
UPT baby, this how we do around my way
Niggas struggle, they struggle and they hustle
But you can't knock the hustle, feel this
Nigga, I be
( Goldie Loc )
Damn cause this spot's gettin hot
I can't trust the paremedics or them crooked ass cops
The closest nigga to you would do you and try
Remember me, tha little G never died
Took one to the chest but the little G never died
I'mma certified killer, million dollar nigger
Any kind of gun
the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L)
And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and
(L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L)
And (Cool J) you see my
live by the G code we don't talk to police nigga that's a no no (no no)
And I got it for the low low (low low) we getting rich off this coco
I live by
G's)
Now, when you're rollin' through yo' motherfuckin' hood
Tell me what you see
(Some motherfuckin' G's)
Roamin' in my motherfuckin' hood
medicine
Wanna be down? On the H-town
Real ballas fight for the rebound
Be-town to motherfuckin G-town
Creep around everybody G'd out
Can't see how you
[Master P talking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up
pulled up on us no problems
[Bridge 2: Erich Gillespie]
Give me that twice if you're hype for the sweep spot
Give me that back on a bike with a G
that money man (yeah)
Let's get that money man
Let's get that money man (yeah)
G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
50 Cent uhh, Greg Street, ATL to Dallas
You heard me?
...
Ohh Ohh Ohh
I forgot bout how you treat me
I remember how that dick feel
Whatever happened between us
I'm sure it's not a big deal
No matter
of the wrong doings you produce
The wild tail of the tornado running loose
You tie the noose, I kick the chair
I'm the cyanide that snatch your life while you
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