Lyrics:
Jamie G, I want you
Even though I know that I can't have you
Even though I don't know which way you go
I'm dying to come with you
What kind of times
we'll saddle up and rideChorus:(All together with the lead voice of Johnny Cash) G#m C#m And we're gonna ride,we're
Snoop:
Hear ye, hear ye, come one come all
It's the first annual G, nigga, and all my Doggs
Are invited, so go and enlight it
Cause it's
Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G
I put my key, you put your key in, money we'll be seein'
Will reach
Tru G's
See me and P and see
See expeditions with uzi's
Choppin up two ki's
Baby twenty-four oz's a piece
Cause see if it ain't
and cars
And break bread with my crew
I'm on fire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
We on fire
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
B.G
the game be wicked, spring niggas that want them chickens
But I got a four for five
Me and my lil' brother kickin' it on the corner with G's niggas
y'all
is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me
How B.I.G. and Un trust you in the studio with me
Don't they know
Westside Connection Ice Cube W.C. and Mack 10
Nigga y'all know the Westside is Bout It Bout It
It¹s the I N G L E here to trouble you, W double-oh
That's the type of love money can't buy
I need someone who could be trusted
Take this hundred g's in case a nigga like me get busted
Ya' blame
Ball and G on the map
Nowadays I own my shit and bone bad bitches
Kickin it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixes
Deliverin hot shit like Pizza
smiling face
And feel your warm embrace
It makes me feel so g-g-g-good
So I'll tell ya baby I'll tell your mama
I'll tell your friends
I'll tell anyone
fill him a jug
And he'd pass it around
Mighty, mighty pleasin'
Pappy's corn squeezin'
Whshhhoooh, white lightnin'
Well the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers
Cause I'm a baller that show no shame!
"Young G, about to set the fucking record straight"
Once upon a time, in the place to be
On the darkside
I got a job with the mob, makin G's
Doin' some pickups, deliveries and transportin' keys
Yeah, they got me like a flunky, money
I'm drivin' around
I got a job with the mob, makin G's
Doin' some pickups, deliveries and transportin' keys
Yeah, they got me like a flunky, money
I'm drivin' around
[Chorus]
Jumped up G'd Up,
Lit the fuckin weed up,
Push Down the Gas pedal,
cadillac speed up x4
[Verse 1]
Afroman Caravan, travel all across
what what what what what what my nigga fuck
what you say ain't noe moe playin G.A my niggga fuck what you say ain't no moe
playin G.A my nigga fuck
Here I come
[Chorus]
When niggas get to poppin
Get get down, get get g-get get down (down)
Get down, g-g-g-g-get down
When niggas get
the f*** out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
Nah, I can't play sacs or pull a rabbit out a hat
But I can c*** back and blow your blather out
[Silkk The Shocker]
I'm a G-A-N-G-S to the A (gangsta)
I'm a gangsta ass nigga, huh I don't play
Don't make me act a motherfuckin fool
I
Let your young hearts run free
[CHORUS:]
Everybody see'mon let's get
G-A-why, G-A-why (Oooh,ooh, ooh)
Drunk* or better kiss yourselves and say
[Kurupt]
Yeah Yeah
Gangsta like, uh huh
To all my O.G.'s and all my Y.G.'s
Daz Dillinger, Daz kurupt (dat nigga daz!)
[Xzibit]
I move bricks
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