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Ayy, ayy, nigga Blood gang, nigga B-I-G G-L-O, nigga, ayy, Almighty G-L-O, nigga Almighty G-L-O, nigga (AceBankz on the track) Gang, gang, bang,
Puerto Rico Said she like Almighty, True Religion Thirty G's up in these True Religions Robbers fuck with me and Hermes fuck with me and Ben Franklin fuck
C) And the bitch wear Gucci, double G (Double G) Super wet pussy, we'll see (yeah) I was in a Lamb' (Skrt) 'Fore I turned it to a Lamb' truck (Whoo) I
love And dem man would have been lit too If they did it with us D&G or Givenchny is what I walk in I ain't got time for stress from no shawty More time
this shitbut a Hit of crack will do for now Yeahthrough the eyes of a G Through the eyes of a G See me in the all white Eclipse A husband pay me 10
Nothing to do with my heart Nothing to do with my head Nothing to do with our home Nothnig to do with our bed It's just be-I-O-L-O-G-why Can't you see
for 3 G's And some watches then wet him like galoshes No need to be mad, they already gone (already gone) Him and your hitman had somethin' goin'
Afrikan people with bones in their noses That ain't true, that's a lie You didn't get that from my lemon pie [Mike G] Yeah, I cut class, I got a D
G's daughter And come on up to the 7 0 2 Where it's legal to gamble, and hoing is too The kinda city I could run wit Las Vegas na vi dad, I love it Back
impress me, ayo, Books kick the rest, G Uh, uh (one time for your mind) Ayo, what up? It's the crew bringing the ruckus, no doubt (yeah) We's
Fresh out the gate again, time to raise the stakes again Fatten my plate again, y'all cats know we always play to win G-A-N-G to the Starr, son Haters
sometimes on her, you know what I mean? Word, those days man, those, those were the good old days right there G That shit was fun, lunchroom, see in
sometimes on her, you know what I mean? Word, those days man, those, those were the good old days right there G That shit was fun, lunchroom, see in
a fact Tell me, pretty baby How you gonna act (CHORUS) Do re mi fa so la ti Let's get together And make whoopie A-b-c-d-e-f-g Cupid's shooting
the kale Momma was a G, she was cleanin' hotels Poppa was a driver, I was workin' retail Kept us in the back of the store We ain't hidden no more,
take a rock-a-beatin' boogie, Rock-a-beatin' boogie beat Well, the rock-a-beatin' boogie, b-o-o-g-i-e Well, rockin' to the rhythm
C'mon! The A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C The A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C Hey The A-U-T-O-L-O-G-I-C Drop auto logic You thought you could get with Me and Tommy
got no friends You once was the neighborhood boss and hog And no G livin' legend like walkin' dogs Niggaz hate to admit it, but they know it's
beat Well, the rock-a-beatin' boogie, B-O-O-G-I-E Well, rockin' to the rythm of the rock-a-beatin' boogie Dancin' to the rhythm
The bullets of the false revenge have struck us once again Em am d As the angry seas have struck upon the sand G c g bm And it seemed
I must ge g-g-g Growing up, yeah! No, you can't get around it, no. Growing up, face the fact. I'm so glad that I found out I must be growing
a melody and see what I can do about it. I'll take a simple C and G and feel brand now about it. I understand why the old fisherman Sail along, sail
kids up like they bag that chick T'want to *?Prawley?*, some ignore me, others I bother for the props and top dollar, G I'm doin what I gotta, see I puts
[Chorus] Just because I'm all G'd up, doesn't Mean I'm out to cut Just because,boo,I got game, doesn't Mean I'll forget your name Because I
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