Lyrics:
I'm getting really pissed, gotta kick some ass
When I can't find Wi-Fi sitting in class
I feel ya, man, cuz my life is rough
My new bottle of Sprite, it
lie bare times I got agro (agressive)
Music for emotions but nowadays no man can speak (never)
Feds be listening, have u in pen by the end of the week
[Master P talking]
Ronzo, shut the door on that Cougar partner
It's time to get pervin'
Keyon, pass the dank man (Yeah man)
Yo G you wanna hit (Yeah,
Smoke weed with g's
Sell cream to fiends
And roll with beams
Playa haters can't take me, hungry bitches can't break me
God you made me, but ain't no man
put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came
spent it on blunt wraps
(Banks)
Word to my mother nigga 50 fuckin Cent nigga
G-Unit nigga
We about to gorrilla this industry man
y'all niggas
and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in
Everywhere we be we V.I.P
When we step up in the place they recognize a G
You can tell by the way we talk the way we walk we keep it P.I.M.P
to bitches feedin' me grapes
Peep my mind state, Big Poppa flow is lethal
That weed wanna make my ass wanna kill four people
Fuck the game, gimme the chain
put 'em up, p-p-put 'em up
This is a stick up and y'all boys betta give it up
Give it up, give it up, g-g-give it up
Them cops on put and they came
bes in a race. When you Making G's real G's relate. I guess I like to eat real cheese in my cake. Pour a Welchers Grape T-bone stake. I'm the man
grandmother
Doesn't it look like she has a brother?
TJ reminds me, not to worry bout what man might say
Talking bout the problem ain't living by faith
Just
D G
Watch the world go by from our window pane,
C G Em Am
Rolling nice and easy through the misty rain,
G
[Intro]
Let's get it homeboy!
Y'all already know what is man, this ain't nothin' new to y'all man!
T.I.P., Pimp $quad Click ya understand that?
and Cali G
Big Ed, see-Murder, and Master P
Gettin' paid in the rap game
Some real players, from the streets man (From the streets man)
Just a player
Slime in the cut, he got popped by a Grape (slime)
Face shot out the Drac', ain't no way he gon' make it
Tell his mama that I did it, better get your
street knowledge and wisdom
Ah yea, D.P.G., yea D.P.G.
Pop the Champagne
Once you break this of you can't get twisted
So pay attention and listen
, get off, by the ounce
On the G.O., my P.O. is a dickhead twerp
Yeah, he a jerk and love to cock block work
And my next door neighbor, yeah, he got
your always gunna get the real me
On a real g man don't know
Tryna get my bread by the boatload
All day running from the po po
Now I'm tryna get a-head
happy
These MC's are happy with a G
But I'm gonna keep billing up P
'Til the government have to put a bullet
In my Boy Better Know tee
When are these
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
Man you kno she stunt for me
Don't run from P
They come in 3
Unbeknownst to me
Got an ounce of the tree
What's a crown to a G
Man they Frown
this young big tawny bitch
Who wish to be queen for a day?
Who would sacrifice the great grandsons
An' daughters of her jealous mother?
By suckin' their
that shit and I took her by the throat
Got long hair, I might flip it for a vote
Won't Die Alive, drop it, feelin' so g.o.a.t (Aye!)
I left that Ritz,
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