Lyrics:
to the dandelion
Nigga watch how I handle mine
Spiritual, hear we go, hear this
Snoop D-O-double-G, man I'm so fearless
Square biz, you know what time it is
I'm
[Guy 1]-Ay, ay ??
[Guy 2]-Ay man, what is it man?
[G1]-Who own the record man?
[G2]-Man, who the hell are you man? Walkin up on me lookin like you so
Dolce & Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that
Abir'g mas gwapa ang uban ikaw gihapon
Ang gusto kong masipyatan bisa'g sirado
Man ang imohang pultahan naa rakos gawas
Masunuron man ko unta apan
Dolce & Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that
Dolce & Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that
Dolce & Gabbana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her
I spit a little G, man, and my game got her
A hour later have that
like, Ffuck everythin' blue
Who killed my motherfuckin' brother?
Who killed G man too? The shit I seen men do
If I told you, I'd have me floatin' in
Orleans to the bay
Yo G man it's everyday
Drop top cutlass,caddys with rags, impalas
Delta 88 gold thangs and zags
But we don't' flip flop
We like
murder, though (What?), Give her vertigo
Baller, G, ain't no apology
Wanna have a couple words? Better call a G
Man, I seen your sports car, but it's
alone
Popped up on the blocks, glad to see, sit down homes
15s rumblin', carvin' up the concrete
I go back like G-Man and SA double G, yeah
Doggie
wanna test my G, man fuck this industry
I strap C-4 to your mattress, for all those who sleepin' on me
They tryna blackball me, they say I get too
Abi ko ba'g sya'y arangan?
Ngano'ng pirmi ka masakitan?
Himuon ra man ko nimo'g unlan
Sa imong dughan
Angay ko ba na tapuson ang akong paghandom?
Sulti
(G-Locks), gun man (SK)
Gun man (HK), gun man (Beretta), gun man (AK)
Drag it back, lif' it up, bun man (boo-boop)
Oh shit (shit), it's six, check
doctor I don't give a fuck even if the bitch is proper She might be cute, she might be thick but she will get G'd if she don't suck dick Verse Two: Swoop G
homies
Pigs call em crooks
So I write and put bucks on they books
I give a fuck about a cop or a G-man
They all talk shit
Their breath smellin like semen
I
Orleans to the bay
Yo G man it's everyday
Drop top cutlass,caddys with rags, impalas
Delta 88 gold thangs and zags
But we don't' flip flop
We like
[Master P talking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up
missed me
Chill G, For real G
Man you nigga's kill me
Tryin to knock me off the top
Yo there's no contest G in the market
Ya'll hata's never ? me
As I
with a G
Man whole lot of G's in the key yeah
In the VIP with your bitch
And a whole lot of freaks sucking dick yeah
Nigga playing with my man
Ghost fire go burn dem
Mmmmm
Ogun go divide dem
Man na real G
Time no dey
For d mind dem
(Haaaaaa Oii)
Epasamoto go find dem
Mmmmm
Jehova divide dem
Man
two on the be-sack
That's how it's gotta go down man
That's real lowridin?, you understand me
From a West Coast motherfuckin' G man
We bouncin', we
Snoop D-O-double-G, man I'm so fearless
Square biz, you know what time it is
I'm cool on these niggas but I'm hard on a bitch
Now check dis, fact is
wanna test my G, man f*** this industry
I strap C-4 to your mattress, for all those who sleepin' on me
They tryna blackball me, they say I get too
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