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pop me These bops say I'm cocky I'm still (Agh) moving you ain't stop me I you wanna be a G be a G (Uhuh) a og like G-O-D The police getting tips for
mentality, can't respect it if u don't hustle Look no cap shit This dat trap shit Look! Ima make it happen with this rap shit Exactly, Exactly Look G.O.B. Da
D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z. It's like oh, ohhh, ohhhh D.I.P.S.E.T. S.O.B. G's I came from pumping 60K out the trunk switchblades Ziggy stuff nicknames, itchy braids, bitchmade
Yeah, you like me I like you G.Be on the track I don't got to I don't got to think about it Hop up on this bed right now right now right now I ain't
g Bun b Pimp c She a master low key Real low key Like the lowest key A girl who would kill for some privacy Who know the streets but don't tell
control The K.G.B. and the C.I.A., was it you? Democracy and freedom, was it you? I don't really know what I can see but I can see I'm losing control Was
[B.G.] You know me can't get caught without my chopper Lil' weak wit 50 I'm itchin' to see I got cha B.G. labeled as a bust back nigga Can't let yo
take away the cap. of G.B.H the last time, their nothing left to say BUT! Punk Rock Ambulance!! get me down Punk Rock Ambulance!! we start to frown
[Chorus: repeat 2X] How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G' be a lie, If I told ya that I
come to counting guap deze niggaz illiterate And u aint a gangster cuz you tote a banger say real shit G be When the police in yo business but its
bigger and better things now with C.B.G Be In Our stunts to get past three Shots that we took from outside like Kobe hitting the three Basking on eggs that
head today I'm a vagabond sailing away Now I'm lying here instead, oh Drifting off to the sea oh, oh! Come on! That's right! V-A-G-A-B-O-N-D I'm
Good Morning Africa Good Afternoon Good Evening And to those who are sleeping on us Goodnight OwMy G OwMy G OwMy G OwMy G A b c d, they just like
B.G Savage Socal Savages Yaaa 24k gold looking all fuego All iced ha hasta luego We gon hit the club with a dub We gone smoke it up Sipping out my
ironman ND fresh P-A-DUB P-DUB-P B-I-G-B-N-O-D JAY MONEY and my bro C JON D and T-D-U-B T-R-I-Z-Z-L-E and cant forget K-L-O-T-T double m clique boy we do
ohhhh F.M. D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z. It's like oh, ohhh, ohhhh D.I.P.S.E.T. S.O.B. G's [Ryu] I came from pumping 60K out the trunk switchblades Sticky stuff
we duck the D-A, when we was in V-A Now we got the hot out, in P-A Tell you now it's easy to get a G-B, from A-T-L to D-C Girls see my dick in 3-D,
Zaspao je cijeli svijet nista ne talasa Zaspala je i radnicka klasa Zaspala je vasiona mi se ljubimo I radi radio Zaspala je K.G.B. zaspala je
Johny, Joey, Tommy, Dee-Dee C,B,G,B´S Oh Ramona! Oh yeah! En la prepa la chingaban a nadie le interesaba se volvió Rock Star se cagaban! Siempre al
even really stunt Facts on tracks, if wan sabi things wey dey sup Black don't crack so nighas wan dey do tramadol My g's be popping, ain't got no p with
bitches I’m stuck up on these broads Mob ties on the East b a g be the squad I thank the lord everyday that we beat the odds Swear I done came a long way
Hell nah they don’t want to see a nigga win Rather see your ass dead or in the pen All you gotta do is pray my g Be about ya business make a way my g Let
I ain't None like you fuck niggas Niggas none like a g G.O.B all about the gwap we stand for mob Once I drop rising to top Look it ain't no stop me
D-A-R-L-I-N-G Feel just like a K-I-N G I B-E-L-I-E-V-E My only number O-N-E Okay, come keep me company baby You know I can’t stand the cold Of this
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