Lyrics:
I'm
sayin?
-Hey, uh, why don't you put this in right quick?
-Hmm, what's this?
-This that Dayton Family. Shit, nigga, that shit is
you can give
And raise a family G
But you gotta do your best slangin D-O-P-E
So keep a grip on yourself and stay mellow
And welcome to the ghetto
that you do
Because stupid is how everybody sounded
Nigga you think you know me, but only if you knew me
Homie, you would leave me by my lonely
I'm
Heaven
One family, true family, from Flesh-n-Bone
Thug humbly teachin' 'em what to be:
A thugsta just like me
T.H.U.G.S. can come from around
to the suites, anywhere we can meet
Then live on to Compton, Slausen swap meet
Worldwide, get swept away by the tide
By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride
Y'all remember? (Do y'all remember) remember
Did y'all remember how it useta be
Wasn't no trippin', we all family
Hold hands with me, make plans
this for the niggas who lost
They lives and they played hard
You ever experienced that immediate family
Limo ride through the graveyard?
Where you so
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
Peke peke Pellet Gang
Peke peke Pellet Gang
Peke peke Pellet Gang
Kala mo de bakal pero plastic Pellet Gang
Badboy barumbado, hoodlum / G
Mala binoy
wanna be my, bae
But lovin' you is freestyle, be chasin' like I'm C9
Bitin' on your G-thang
Bitin' on your G-thang, ey
Makasama ka naisin, I show no
came done through with my crew
Pop trunk in that BMW
Steady swang and bang on them fuckin thangs
Im out the South a young G letten nuts hang
I bring
watch yourself when you in them streets
And keep your heater, under your seat when you creep
[Hook - 4x]
And to my G's
Don't worry bout a damn thang
me what you all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By
the club tipsy, say no mo'
Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
Man
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
We still slangin' (Around here)
We still bangin' (Around here)
We slangin' 'cain (Around here)
It ain't no thang (Around here)
We pull them thangs
[layzie bone: all aboard!] nothin?but real g's in back
Of me, that's my mo thug family. if you can see what I can see straight from the
Land of see-l-e,
frum out of bounds mess around git stuck
So tell me wuts up wit dis LBC thang
Homies hatin homies wen we on dis G thang
Now peep game it's about ta be
Ah fuck it
Ah y'all got your nigga e-40 in this motherfucker
I buzz I put a step in
Kickin it in the fac house motherfucker
Ay, g-nut, spice,
and gangsta!
[Chorus - Mr. G'stacka]
Now it's the pimp and the gangsta, stackin cheese
And we ain't rollin unless we sittin on 20 inch D's
We slide wit ease
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
the club tipsy, say no mo'
Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
Man
My shit bangs concocted Strange (I keep it zero degrees)
Lost his fame but I sustained (so many people agree)
'Bout this thang, it's not the same
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