Lyrics:
to the money so the paper who I'm hitchin'
I won't ever stress a hoe G $o can't deal with all the bitchin'
One day pull up Maybach truck hop out fresh wit my new
us (YO!)
[Ja Rule]
Hey baby; see'mon and hop in my fo'-three-oh, S-E
And let's see, how quick you fall victim to this G
I'm a gangsta BITCH,
Life in the Lane, stackin up g's
Chop shops taggin up Benzes and Beamers
Crack spots boilin full kilos in beakers
Damn, the game's quicker than shit,
it over
[Warren G]
These niggaz, out of line get plugged
Stray in they chest, like a red beam slug
Don't give a damn to mean mugs, get slugs
reception, nigga
Whack your clique one by one 'til no one left in it, nigga
Spot the car movin' slow with no lights, tryin' to creep
That's me, and I'm there
One lil, two lil, three lil G's
Hangin' on the dope spot slangin' they keys
Four lil, five lil, six lil cops
Leanin' in the cut, 'bout to get popped
master plan
Mo thugs my mighty clan I'm rowdy by nature
Fellow G bring it in S.C.T
My city falling get that G falling in
Plead Carli kick it with
(C Murder)
Sometimes I think the Lord is testing me
don't want to go to jail
I'm tired of getting arrested G
I know i'm spitting when
Five, four, three, two, one
Yessir, haha
2022
Big Snoop D-O-Double G
Ayo Battlecat
You know what time it is
It's time to do this shit we
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in
a hustler or a g that's out grinding me in these streets
Everything I touch straight up catch on fire
Ain't nobody putting in the work that I put in I shut it
Head shots goin around
Bet, ops goin down
Leg shots threw the ground
We getting led spots, getting pounds
Head shots goin around
(Head shots goin
and my brother a nine
Business is booming everyhing is cool
I pull about a g a week, fuck school
A year passed by and I began to grow
Not in height but
was home alone
Let me tell you what she crying fo'
(Why?)
Cuz I'm fly
(Snoop Dogg)
Ya he supa fly
(Nate Dogg)
Oooo I'm fly
Yaaaa
[Warren G]
3 piece wit
Tonebone]
Sometimes I might get a little Crazy
Dipped and sticking doors with one-eighty
Ever since the G's raised me
The streets couldn't fade me, go
to differ
No liver all onions gliding on it like a Swiffer
Muh fucka on his new new n fuck who tryin' to scuff it
Last warning Warren G while I'm on my Warren
In the streets of Detroit where I was born and raised
They aint no boring days traveling the Warren way
Before we Started making dollars
room thinking bout' hundred G's
The hood been so hot lately shit just like a sauna
She on the east right now, just came back from Punta Cana
I spend
of weed to keep from going under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
of weed to keep from going under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
of weed to keep from going under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
minutes g'ing you bitch
And I take your ass back to the crib (you know what time it is)
Lounging before SWAT raid, this motherfucker owe me money
And he
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