Lyrics:
That's how I spark the see
And I do it that's on D.P.G.
Hollin at people choped it up just like a p
We chillin in the place to be
Yeah homie
too tight
Hop out the shower, throw my sweat suit on
Lace my Tim's grab my sidekick phone
Look out the window all the clouds are gone
So I call my boys
and behave
cnd that was about the last shit that I gave:
:Fact check it, I'm heavy like a fat fetish
F*****g with these scarlet women sitting here in black
cheerleader, cheerleader, cheerleader
Honey, I'm the lead role, you don't even feature
B-R-I-N-G I-T O-N, bring it on, bitch
Sexy, cute, popular to boot
This is the G.I. Jive
Man alive
It starts with the bugler blowin' reveille
Over your bed when you arrive
Jack, that's the G. I. Jive
G-A that's where I stay
MARCH!!!
Chorus
[Drama]
On the grind handling mine
On that shit til my dying day
Keeping it real keeping it trill
Never catch
me informing me, that you're freakier than normally
Birthday suit has been worn for me, latex condom put on for me
Protection in the briefcaser,
step to the mic and set the record straight
Ah-yo G
We're gon' do it like this
Why don't you tell 'em who you're down with loc
Right
All you
works us, look it up before you sign it
Dickies suit on while I'm puffing on the chronic
Jumped up in the game, I ain't rush to go to college
I was 21
Heaven's sake, you pray God open the gate
In this modern day Sodom, that's their only escape
10 year olds are cold, no, they don't hesitate
2 up a G pack, he
shoes, no suits
We some ballers pimp you oughta be followin our suits
No ad-libbin nigga jus do like I do (do)
Don't get it confused but dude I'm not
shoes, no suits
We some ballers pimp you oughta be followin our suits
No ad-libbin nigga jus do like I do (do)
Don't get it confused but dude I'm not
the T.I.P, Bun-B and Slim Thug
Ay ay ay
22's on a brand new Coupe wit no roof (roof)
A hundred and fifty dollar tennis shoes, no suits
We some ballers pimp
name to John Doe
It's me and my lil brother Capo, Lil Marly G, and my bottom bitch
If I'm falling it's bottomless, if I'm tripping it's a power trip
Her
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
Locs and Khaki suit's
And ride is what we do
Flossin' but have caution: we
Collide with other crews
Famous because we program
Worldwide, let them
my heart
Cause I'm a gangster, I'm a g-gangster
I'm amess with Levy and I’ll leave
You round the darkest Corner
Roll out like Chinese army,
The LOX made more money in
Them damn shiny suit's
The game about sales, drugs and rappin'
Jada, fuck your punchlines
My shirt went platinum
Styles and Sheek
flash, I dipped into my Sooperlover suit
I can leap tall buildings, yeah
In a single bound
Boom! Right through the fuckin' phone booth ceiling
(It's a,
Hit 'em low like Roberto
Go blow-for-blow; I'm the man
The man'll get the suits like MacGuyver, move like Kaiser
Ain't nobody bustin' liver, fuck
G-A that's where I stay
MARCH!!!
Chorus
[Drama]
On the grind handling mine
On that shit til my dying day
Keeping it real keeping it trill
Never catch
Look how we get it
Look how we winning
Oh, you in your feelings like you mad
Well bitch, I'm with it
I'm on my suit and tie and that mean I'm
round fool
The choice of the g-funk generation that is
A group of domination so
Fifth year I never neglect
The boyz who branch here triple x
to the rear
Nobody move till I say get ready to ride no need to cry
Hope y'all niggas ain't scared to die
You can die in here we handlin' thangs
A T L A N T A G
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