Lyrics:
[g child] (xzibit)
That's some good dope
Ain't nuttin' like some good dope
Yeah, umm hmm
That's some good shit, man
Woooo, spaceketeers
Hey, this is
the days I'm gettin' paid by da hour
Been in the wood to long for da shit to go sour
When da feign come i'm a give em what da want
The definition
a Taurus G3
In case niggas run up on me
Cause I'm my own security
I mean I move with so much purity
But kindness do not mean I'm weak
Or slow up in the brain
of Blackness"
The Lord has spoken thru me and the G-Mo-B!
up whole thangs
'Till they hard like concrete
I fronted the O.G.s
A bag of that olzes
For niggas that don't know
I got something whodie
[Baby]
won't faze him
So many blackmen die for drugs
I think back on the way life was
Before rock cocaine started runnin' thangs
And drive-by shootings was
want her, In my backseat
By the time I hit her G-Spot, We sexin' on that Broad Street!!
Cruzin on Guignard, Riding in a Drop Top, Baby sitting next to me
A roof over to sleep
Family, that's luxury
All I ever hung around was G's
Breaking bread with the homies, that's luxury
Something like virgin blood that's
a nigga just can't fuck me,
Nigga better have me cash,
Or I kill his whole family when the twelve gauge pump blast,
Now test me,
Never ever let a nigga
cough and sneeze like me
I think we go mo in Common you wouldn't believe my G
See hate is just a thought that grows like a seed
An it feeds off envy
a mark
Westside told one thang, don't never rock wit marks
I only rock wit Mark, that's my lil' brother
That's the big homie, daddy said always keep a G
can tell when I open my mouth
I bet nobody got mo' princess cut teeth, than the Boss
Open your mouth up you lost, I'm blinding these boys
I'm joining
twenty-one come
And at the way I'm going out, G Rapp gonna be my mother's only son
Say I never be shit, just another nigga in a pen
But I get mo' money, spend
competitive fa’ sho country and real po’ my family and basketball was all that I lived fo’
Fo a region that’s real slow I grew up real fast by 10 I had shot
man yeah what is it man
(say fuck that what Devin and the Wreckshop family, ay you need to get in this limo man)
(ay yo yo E.S.G., hold up baby let me
Do-Double G I do my thang bitch
Pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like the 'yes man'
Im in my polo Tee, Gucci sweat pants
to believe in, as you can see (hey)
It's a small thing to a troop, what could I do?
Real homies help you get through
And come to knew he'd do the same thang
a gang of bad bitches by his feet
But now, that he's, locked away
He can't get no love on visiting today
Holla holla, pop yo' collar
Shit a nigga just
Do you like what you see
Tell me what else you done heard about me
Is it strange to see, that I be's a G
So take it how you want it, take it from
Do you like what you see
Tell me what else you done heard about me
Is it strange to see, that I be's a G
So take it how you want it, take it from
cooking up whole thangs
'Till they hard like concrete
I fronted the O.G.s
A bag of that olzes
For niggas that don't know
I got something whodie
[Baby]
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
the system g
A menace to society a brother without a family
And everytime I see a room without a damn ceiling
It remind me I was born in
ounces and you fronted your boy two
And he gave a half to his boy
And the police raided the spot then he flushed one and a half
And he ask you for one mo
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