Lyrics:
Huey Long without Louisiana
Mix 'em all together, and what have you got?
Just a picture of me without you
Picture H. G. Wells without a brain
our ball is a game end up in the hall of flame
Imma show you what they call pain in the eyes of o.g.
Gun,knives o.d Yall Youngters owe me
Yo Yeah Yeah
Radio, Julio G.
A sad day today for the West coast; we lost an icon y'all.
Eric 'Eazy-E' Wright, passed away today at 6:45 PM,
Cedars Sinai Hospital,
the Halls
Makoola
7th grade ain't gonna last
Next school year is coming fast
Mr G and Forshey are cool
But for now the great ones are calling to you
Clear
pop in my cool G. Rap and Polo tape"
They was straight goin' out like a gunner
Because a nigga's wanted, I'm even hunted by bounty hunters
But
she comes
Crawlin' up my stair
Here she comes
Waltzin' through the hall
In a pretty red dress
And oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine
that say Jon Provost and Leo G. Carroll together, baby.
We can go dancing up at the Cinegrill
Can't you see it: Frank Pernell and us, until dark,
stall, oh so small
Laying on the ground
Can't get up
Don't want to move at all
Shower stall
Don't want to move at all
Dining Hall
I saw you cry
Didn't do
Cah they know what I'm on
Put a sound boy in the mud when I'm on
Spit a 16 for the fee when I'm on
Ima bring it back for the G's when I'm on
Cah they
Now i’ve built myself my own company,
It’s like damn, this shits lovely.
I Rhymesick for that money g.
I’m infamous, call me Cole bro.
I’m in
the english too
We always speak the same language
'cause we're always gettin' through
I met her at a dance at the union hall
It was a night with daddy g.
Yeah,
in a hockey game
One day you'll see me in the Hall of Fame
It takes a lot of practice and luck
But you'll see my picture with the Stanley Cup
Yeah,
bite Kane, Rakim, study G. Rap
I got some new shit, mental secrets for yo' asscrack
Let me get real, before that ass breach that contract
I got
Crawlin' up my stair
Here she comes
Waltzin' through the hall
In a pretty red dress
And oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine
And I got this
Uh uh uh uh uh uh
I change places to prevent catchin' the cases
Races in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace
on the clock
It's my time
It's all mine
Call me Stanley Kubrick with the motherfucking shine
Sippin' on wine
Debut it on live
Motherfucker live from the 905 (We
tracks
I've been doing it from way back
Owo lo damiduro, sign me a contract
Stanley Tunes call me the beat jagaban
Me nah Lyricist wey ain't nobody badder
a G
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death
My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on
As I bail through the empty halls
paragon
You can ask any Tom, Dick or Stanley
And they'll tell you whose team they prefer to be on
No one's been like Gaston
A king pin like Gaston
No
Big, body, Benz, damn
Cookies, perc-ys, mollies, Xans
Frostbite, spotlight, cheat code, G-code
Diamonds, gold, neck, whoa
Big, body, Benz, damn
Häll upp häll upp
Ah yeah ah yeah
Häll upp häll upp
Ah yeah ah yeah
Häll upp häll upp
Ah yeah ah yeah
Häll upp häll upp
Fire fire fire
Investera i
laws
Wanna be a G' well meet me at the Dining Hall
I'm inviting y'all to the Dining Hall, you don't gotta creep, sneak in or climb a wall
Just make sure
Hämta en mill
Hämta en till
Jag hämta en mill, håll käften
Så fort jag slog till, då de slicka min gött
Nu jag hämtar en till, håll käften
with champaigne eyes
G. randini played those eighty-eights
Till ivory tears began to fly
Oh what a party
The baddest jam I'd ever seen
I started shakin'
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