Lyrics:
all that payback shit you ripped in jail
by then i'll have that nine to make that brain thang hang out, nigga
you fuckin' with the g'sta
when you
old thang for a new game
To be played foe cheeze
Gotta get what's promised to a sister
Comin' up on bankin g's
Hustlin'z all the same
I can't deal wit
to break down the whole thang
My nigga B.G. know Buck been a birdman
It's got to be in ya blood to be a thug
If I ain't makin' enough I'ma jack my plug
, 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 the world
T.H.U.G.S. can
story goes
It just wouldn't feel real
If I didn't put on
I ain't lien I ain't lien
Everywhere I go
The people say the same thang
Keep on hustling keep
Walkin' round lookin' pretty
Playas call m Sidity
Fuck pitty
Chitty chitty bang bang
It's a Westside thang
Bitches get banged on
And stole on
In
the flames of they burning sands
Teach you how to slay a family of Satan
California Ghost and "UrbN LogiX" we the mans
It wasn't "Nuthin' but a 'G' Thang
,
But I got Loud family,
So what you need?
Hit the trees George style, and we
Of The Jungle, off the lows, getting high Xannys ain’t my thang,
I’m
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
some blue Allstars
Passin by on them thang, it's a brown MC
Niggaz goin buffin DPG (Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound)
Niggaz mad Dogg bumpin a bank account
mùtūmūwa
Mode f'allahu toje nrisemi je dele o
As-salamu aleikum oba lo ranmi nise
Jare ewa g'esin ninu mio
Allah ti bamiseeee
Gbamu gbamu jigi jigi o
Eru lo
ain’t ill in the right way
Sicker then a pup’ a bitch gon’ fuck it up by tryna rub me in the wrong way wrong day cause
I need the whole thang
Whole thang
Các em nhắn tin welcome baby boo
Low G bảo tao kí tặng fan lên z*
Tao như vú em cho em bú
Bảo mấy thằng lom dom là
anh không quen chú
Tao như vú em cho
a question
Big ed is on a funky g lesson
Now, how many g's in the house tonight
And how many g's spin them gold thangs tight
It's nothin' but a g thang ba-by
I
Penitentiary chances was an all day thang
The only way to advance and if you slang
Then you'd better have yo' Nikes on
Cause when we fight it's in the middle
saw Murphy's law
cfter all we're professionals
Hold emotions in and never let 'em go
No
Keep them inside, sit by the family's side
Second by second I
blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
And I don't stop, until I squirt
kill a slow jam
Oh man, god damn
(Take it all you need me)
YB gang that's the new thang
Brand new chain is straight from Hussein
Mo shoes mo cars
noise)
Yeah! (Where you get that thang, man?) (By my side)
When you do somethin' to somebody, um (By my side)
It ain't just you, it's somebody next
Let's all be millionaires
I can take ten G's, and make twenty more ten G's with that
I'm still at it, they still mad
Her friends hated, but I still
seas
Eightball slippin', Dogg Pound trippin'
Back in the mo', where we don't give a fuck
My baby brother NYA, and just he got stuck
By them same
na-na (na-na, na-na)
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the mothafuckin' tank
Y'all after big thangs, we after big banks
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in
na-na (na-na, na-na)
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the mothafuckin' tank
Y'all after big thangs, we after big banks
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in
knew about thangs Whole family convicts I always knew about gangs randy died in 03 I always knew about pain Nigga
Now it's not a lot of shit that really
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