Lyrics:
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
[Greg Nice]
G-O-L-D gold and I've been told
It's too hot to hold you can get it sold
In the summer heat in the winter cold
Fourteen karat gold won't
ben ik genezen
Ook al loop ik in de regen, ook al loop ik in die donkere stegen
Ook al loop ik in de regen, ook al loop ik in die donkere stegen
G-O-D
thoughts under this beanie, man
No Beenie Man I'm a thinkin' man
And I've been thinkin', man, what you thinkin', man?
I'm thinkin' drive by, huh (drive
on (ain't that something)
Snoop D-O double G (from the DP)
Niggaz wasn't even rapping till I came out
You know what I'm sayin?
Y'all know what time it
O-S-S H-O-G-G
O-you-T-L-A-W-Z, Boss Hogg Outlaw gangstas
It's him Slim, T-H-U-G
But it's true it's me, on your mother's T.V
On your brother's c.d
a feast
Praise the Lord
G O D
Praise the Lord
G O D
Walk in faith every day go by
Point all gold rings to the sky
Black on gold drip way to fly
Why you
just roll with G.O.D
Woah Woah
I just roll with G.O.D
Woah Woah
He the only 1 I really need
Look...
I be rolling solo in a 2 seater
I got God by
Hey
Ride to it
Giving a fuck what a hater be saying whenever they speaking on me
Bitch I'm G
Bitch I'm G
Bitch I'm G
Homie I'm G-G
Double O D
G
G.O.D
CHORUS
DI GOLD DI OIL and DI DRUGS IN G.O.D we truss IN G.O.D we truss(MMMmmm)
DI GOLD DI OIL and DI DRUGS IN G.O.D we truss IN G.O.D
fight, for the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in
weed up for e'ryone to know me
T-G-O-D
In the club, popping bottles, blowing weed by the O-Z
T-G-O-D
And you know I'm getting cash cause I'm all about
And while I see his whole clique pass us by
Motherfuckers think they qualify
And for those niggas want to try
The G.O.D., the G.O.D
Yo
I'm not caught up in
on me like a young O.G, I'm a classic man
Your needs get met by the street, elegant old-fashioned man
Yeah, baby, I'm a classic man
I burn through
the resume
She know G-H-E double T-O's ego's like Nino's
But anyway
Gyaldem are surprised when they see
Man on the dance floor like why
What d'you think I'm in
[Chorus]
Who do you believe in? Is it he, is it me? W-E- them G-O-D's
(Do you believe, believe, believe)
Do you believe? Do you believe?
Who do you
the things that they do for crumbs
I do mine for me, ya see?
Not the big homie, Double-O-G
Scared to do your own work, man, that's foul (that's foul)
Man; how are you coping with it all
Thinny Babs; smiles... Like man gon' run it up everything I do I did it on G.O.D
Uh
Uh uh
Da boss is here Thinny
And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on 20 inch D's
We slide wit ease and everyday we gettin high wit weed
We ride wit G's and movin on up from O's
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail
I'd rather find him by a boat doing the dead man's float
We gangsters, real gangsters B
Gun in the green room up
Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail
I'd rather find him by a boat doing the dead man's float
We gangsters, real gangsters B
Gun in the green room up
from the slums now I'm C-E-O
You heard P-L-O style, nigga, I'm back again
They told you G Bully be well in love with them Africans
Heffner back
life
Measure G's in the streets we getting paid
Could barely breath we ain't see no other way
Fuck with me it's D.O.A D.O.A
We getting paid D.O.A D.O
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