Lyrics:
baby-daddy fucked wit me, But I'm out on you hoes, Wit the 10 g belt, The only thing I'm concentratin' on is checkin' my mail, What the hell??!! what
on, but it still never seems wrong, Koopa [Hook] [Chamillionaire] See getting money's like sex, and I'm having a manage G Gold diggers can't F'
what I'm sayin'? (And you don't stop) Fuck all you motherfuckers (D-P-G-C) (And you don't quit) and, um (And you don't stop) for some strange reason
Yeah, what's up fool 9-4, Spice 1 Kickin' that G shit Tell me what that mail like nigga Want to make money This one or get smoked Push it in
No Limit, yeah southern hospitality we seizin it on you, my nigga Silkk The Shocker, Snoop D,O double G,why, D,O double G, beats by the pizound,
Imitation at best Miss American Express Dismiss the charge, cool G Rap and Large Pro Here to let you know were not the mens I'm through with you but
I'm from the S O you T H side of see A, why they try to P H Still hit em up with that E A, G A to N G S T A So fuck them them other N I double G
life was really crazy Hey ma, wassup? I been like dis since the 80's You still a gold digger Livin off ya own nigga He was a O-G, livin off
a little doe I maintain G's, status just to have it Anything that I see it was my job just to have it Sweepin down and sellin, where my homeboys live
[B.G.] When it comes down to stuntin', I pull it all When it comes down to G shit, I get it all When it come to pullin' hot girls, I pull 'em all
Rock it, g'on jerk it, child, work it Rock it, g'on take it, child, shake it Rock it, singing the song Viva, viva, rockin' along Grandma and Grandpa
the World Trade Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri (what's up?)
And then you'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around Mighty, mighty pleasin', pappy's corn squeezin' Sh, white lightnin' Well, the "G" men, "T" men,
the World Trade Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri (what's up?)
I is for ignorant, this situation's real (so real) G is for my girlfriend, yah you know I got another one (G is for my girlfriend) But that ain't
That crazy-ass nigga's back in the motherfuckin' hizzouse The notorious Compton G D.R.E., on the solo tip, fuck them other fools What up, Ren? Yeah
swollen. Thinkin' of the G's I'll be holdin'. Picture me rollin' Can you see me now Move to the side a little bit so you can get a clear picture Can you
on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way, I begin to G off was drug loot And let's
But it'll never be a repeat people I'm tryin' to tell you Now picture the scenery, I'm thugged out, smokin' greenery Considered a B.G, but I'm off
I just Put another jack in progress It's the American way 'cause I'm the G-A-N-G-S-T-A Ice Cube, a motherfuckin' clepto' And tried to catch the early
Delta, step S.G. Rho, step Zeta, step Gangstas walk Pimps gon' talk Ooh, hecky nah, that boy is raw I'ma get on this TV, mama I'ma, I'ma put ish
C.......................am...... There's a shadow in the basement ....f...g...............d.... And I'm scared to sleep alone D......................... Baby doesn't everybody weep
said me too You hangin' out the window so they can see you But you ain't hangin' out the window When you in that G2 or that G3 or G4 like we do Star
wring your hands and moan Oh yeah, you'll moan Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, you'll moan, you'll moan You're g-gone, you're g-gone, yeah-yea
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