Lyrics:
yeah yeah
Let me tell you what my girlfriend looking like
She wit her jeans in d&g
Homies breaking they neck just to see her body da da da
Shawty
S-I-D-O-B-T-I-G-H-T-A-I-D-S-D-I-E-S-E-K-T-E
A-doppel-g-r-o-b-e-r-l-i-n-f-i-c-k-d-i-c-h
S-I-D-O-B-T-I-G-H-T-A-I-D-S-D
sexting
Ha ha O-M-G l-o-l K-I-T Smiley faces X and O's L-M-F-A-O
My girl went through my cell phone
My girl went through my cell phone
My girl went through
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
[Mack 10]
Microphone check I.O. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna
Moved to California blew
.C.
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
Forget you and the NWO
You aliens go back to the UFO
I believe in G-O-D
If you don't then your a D-O-G
I'm hard to find like Ltd
Don't act like a G behind
yeah)
'Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E (uh)
And can't another brother cook these delicacies
Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One
Walk
s'dévêtir
T'inquiète, man, on fait les rimes
Y'a qu'les vrais G's qui sont indispensables
ABBA, j'suis c'gars qui s'active sans tracas
Souvent ma rime
mind (G Funk, we funk, G Funk, we funk)
see Knight-
Well, can I expand my mind
like a rubber band, its me niggy Knight man
niggy Knight
Ballz part two huh?
Peep game broadcasting
Provided by mother fucking emina huh?
[Daz Dillinger] (in background)
Enema!!!
[W Ballz D
Shit, I'm a changed man
Ayy, turn the lights out
Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch
You know how we swing this shit, look
By age sixteen I sold
I woke up I'm feelin' good
I'm G-double-O-D I'm good
I woke up I'm feelin' good
I'm G-double-O-D I'm goody good
I woke up I'm feelin' good
I'm
her that D, 'cause that's where I was born and raised in
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy (swerve)
Your chick, she so thirsty (swerve)
I-I-I-I-I'm
you in
Cause if you not
We gonna make you
R-u-n
If you want to
Do the talking
Let my niggas
G-u-n
Growing up
As a youngin
Had to be
A m-a-n
They m-a-d
ich so flow
muss ich B-ton das ich im Studio wohn
ich er-C euch nichts nee ich schwör
vergesst mal D-struktiv mit kon- kommt man höher
kommt kommt mal
We bout to blow it, yeah, Rebel Music, raise your hand up
4th Disciple, G.G.O., 4th Disciple, G.G.O.
Razah, G.G.O., Razah G.G.O.
4th Disciple,
yeah)
'Cause I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E (uh)
And can't another brother cook these delicacies
Well I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One
Walk
of rap
foreign on some rims cruising hollywood with your O.G bitch head bobbing in my lap
With my city on my brim, rolling up some lye with a caramel brown
us X-Lax
E.S.G. and Double D, so motherfucker respect that we some
[Hook]
[Double D]
We ghetto fabulous, we run hoes in condos
Them dumb hoes that
Yeah Yeah
Let me tell you what my girlfriend looking like
She wit her jeans in D&G
Homies breaking they neck just to see her body da da da
Shawty
K'dala ndi Roller nigga
I'm an OG
Now Niggas Follow Me
Aph' eKasi iVaar I Keep it Low Key
I'm an O.R.G
Am an ordinary man
With an ordinary gang
Here
Mo ni dagger wa pelu peter
Grr grrr Ta grr g ta
Where's my doe you dey send me sticker
Black air force you no get choice
You already know sey the man
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