Lyrics:
For those who don’t know Just G be the whole name and
Ndazalelw' eclinic out in Eastern Cape
And I'm chasin' a dream that a lot have forsaken
Look I
[Verse 1: B.G.]
Look, you know I been up in the game for a long time (time)
And Imma tell ya homey, it whatn't a easy grind (grind)
Been through this,
Doctor Rocka
Doctor Rocka
You're needed in the Slag Lab
S.L.A.G. L.A.B.
We make girls who fuck for free
S.L.A.G. L.A.B.
We make girls who fuck for
There was a farmer, had a dog
And Bingo was his name O
B-I-N-G-O
B-I-N-G-O
B-I-N-G-O
And Bingo was his name O
There was a farmer, had a dog
is
PT representin with them Ying-Yang boys
Make some noise baby, 'cause it's D-S-G-B
Y'all already know
[Pastor Troy]
Ying-Yang, everythang
We hebben een grote zwarte hond en Bingo is zijn naam
We hebben een grote zwarte hond en Bingo is zijn naam
B-i-n-g-o, b-i-n-g-o, b-i-n-g-o en Bingo
Head And Shoulder Knees And Toes
Eyes Ears mouth nose
There was a farmer had a dog
And Bingo was his name Oh
B-I-N-G-O B-I-N-G-O B-I-N-G-O
And Bingo was
Everyday get it in
Mane I spin
Mane I do it b-I-g big b-I-g big
Mane I do it big
From the car to the clothes to the crib
Mane I do it big
Fifty
of rocks
Dawg I just get them socks
Find out lil' bitty be the opps
You can't be G and be the cops (yeah)
I can't play myself out like that
Fuck these
with the Jefferson walk
If you expressing any objections you can get left in chalk
So my suggestion's let a G be
Forgive my transgressions
Or I'mma
Early in the morning sitting in a hotel
Moscow's looking fine through the wine
Spaced out I crashed out
When the K.G.B. came on the line.
It's
the routine
Either recite what I write or hold that ass
Cause ain't no seeing this G be hitting your ass with a blast
Now (There I go there I go there I go)
Excuse me
I got an announcement to make
Yo, if you ain't never been to Hempstead
Then welcome, where chickens cluck cluck day and night
G and B
the rhythm
Make up your mind
"here's one that's cool, crazy, improved, super..."
"...And sincerely yours
"Yeah, boy!"
They call me B.G., so listen to my
nut
This Compton Crip
Nigga just killin' 'Rus
A be -G Compton nut
I'm a Slob life taker
[AWOL]
I feel like bustin' a cap in the face of a Slob fool
Now
loco, and year nine fezzo
And yo, how would you feel if your cap got peeled
By an looney b.g and hard is steel, so chill
For an second while I wrecked
Intro : E G#m7 A Am-B E
Song 1 : E Bm F#m C#m-B
Terungkap kata
playa
[big ed]
Chorus x2
[big ed]
See I'm a g to be a playa, a playa to be a g
It's the be to the I
[silkk]
And what you be?
[big ed]
I be a g
[silkk]
dropped
I represent uptown
I 50 round on clowns I turn smiles into frowns
I from the place of places
I be the ace of aces
You can't beat the B.G.
I went
gibt kein Leben zu zweit
E-S G-I-B-T K
E-I-N L-E
B-E-N Z-U Z-W
E-I und das T
Komm, nochmal
E-S G-I-B-T K
E-I-N L-E
B-E-N Z-U Z-W
E-I und das
to stop it
The J.I.G.'s be droppin' real [Hip-hop!]
Let you know that we only flow to real [Hip-hop!]
It's the norm that we perform rugged [Hip-hop!]
loi du G.B si tu veux rempiler
Gros casse, bélier
Dans l'treize, tellement cramé, j'peux plus me baigner
C'est la promo' d'l'album mais j'suis pas
here on back
How it use to be
I try to keep it copestetic
When it could be all to the G
I'm in the coupe hiding extra clips
Banging "All Eyez on Me"
They was snortin' coke
Cocaine fever, cocaine fever, Free B.G., Free B.G
Cocaine fever, you addicted can't stop sellin' dope
Cocaine fever, I'm
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