Lyrics:
roll, roll your dubs
Eastside I-T-see
Roll your dogging doggy dogg
Nigga this D-P-G
I'm tryna get p's i don't want no fame
I don't want no fame
If i could then i would do it all no name
Do it all no name I just want that wealth you
back to jail, I'm like uh uh
Upstate with the inmates and C.O.'s, no uh uh
I like to clap gats but my P.O. like uh uh
I stood in jail, I will never tell
cool, man, I tried to warn ya
You can tell by my style
I'm from California
I like to drink, I like to smoke
I like to chill and get high
In my California
meaning, hey
Man, a bad man and man, nuh mingle wid nuh rodman
And if yuh dis di program, yuh is a dead man
Either by a shot or yuh hang
Jah, Jah ranks
Show love if I think you're a hater
Me and my G's are doing it major
Faded
Us man ah chilling invader
All my gyal are naughty by nature
Man ah
Rey pop out
Tell by my name that we bringing them glocks out
Whole lotta G's inna band, we gon rock out
Whole lotta P's inna pan, bring the pots out
out, man, I make her fiend for that blow
They be pumping the P, P be pumping them hoes
Stick out they ass, look how they tell me, "just go"
You ain't
Bon appetit (yeah, yeah)
I called a freak (where you at?)
Then fell asleep (fuck that bitch)
Countin' G's (yeah, yeah)
You know how I be (yeah,
wig, now it looks like a droptop
Big hand ting goes pop pop
You can get slapped by the dots or the Glock Glock
Aye, you know I stay paid in full
Man
know ima g shout out to a-s-a-p rocky
I keep it on low I keep it discreet
If she want the meat she pay me a fee
Brand new car push start no key
get paid
[B.G.]
I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I
talk, man, I really don't fear that
Ready to die like B.I.G, don't fear man
If you're really on P, I'm there, man
Been up in the scene, they lie, not
saying?
R.I.P B.I.G, nigga R.I.P P.A.C, R.I.P
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how it feel, how to rob a industry nigga
Don't take this shit 'cause we
we finna do this shit like this
It's like I tell my niggas
Keep your eyes on these bitches
They love to G a nigga
Young dumb and gettin riches
What
Picture us married you and me k-i-s-s-i-n-g
I remember the first time girl you and me f-you-see-k-i-n-g
[Repeat]
She was the modern Isis,
[B.G.]
Baby gangsta got an A.K.
With 50 shots for that ass
We play it raw on V.L.
If you lame you can't last
No hesitation in my trigga finga is
move
Can’t control the world, control my attitude
Verse 1:
Windy Hill by the Western Inn I was stressed
Sleeping in the whip, peanut butter dip, with
I'm gettin' home, tomorrow
Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.(hey)
Back of my mind, I hope she swallow
Man she spilt a drink on my cream
(Magic)
(Peso P got that work)
(100% Juice)
Uh, Kodak bought a Wraith, they say lil' Kodak bought a Wraith
And I keep the best Molly, comin'
Big L.I.P YettiSide what you mean?
And big B.H.B when I'm back on the scene
Big I.N.S I reply to D.G
And Jay Benzo the youngest inside P.G.E
I make it
Man huh, just shock rock man
Uh it's going down, for the 2000
E.S.G., and my partna Big Moe
Say, we want the whole Dirty 3rd to do this with us
Baby
Man huh, just shock rock man
Uh it's going down, for the 2000
E.S.G., and my partna Big Moe
Say, we want the whole Dirty 3rd to do this with us
Man huh, just shock rock man
Uh it's going down, for the 2000
E.S.G., and my partna Big Moe
Say, we want the whole Dirty 3rd to do this with us
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