Lyrics:
right ta be a G, Westside Connection
Live for red and blue, my nigga Masta P
But ain't no more God for us nigga
But we can live for that green
friends,
She was cool as a fan,
I'm the dude I'm the man,
Ain't no rules in the den,
You confused by the moves I don't lose its depends,
Niggas tools need
I'm da heart of the SQ mobbers
Mobbin' wit my black Madonna
Get my back momma
Got that Mac persona
I'm a P.I.M.P, I'm the uncrowned K.I.N.G
I'm
checked the system log
And all reports are gone, it's funny
G-got capacity for knowledge
That's far greater than a man's
Still, though, grief is an emotion
dick sucked by a man befo'
But you gon' be the first you little trick ass hoe
Then you can tell me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some piss
get rich by any means, even if it means runnin' in drums (let's go)
Yo, it's Big 5
No lie, man I live this life (yeah)
All the bouncers at the door
the P
Uptown, Eastside, That's where I been that's where I be
Where the niggas know the name, and bitches they know the game
Young ghetto celebrity, can't
needs an introduction
And my name is
Matter fact, fuck that
This here is my induction
To the hall of fame
That bloodstained corridor calling your name
You
by the pad
And walk on my marble floor
Just to say you blew with the remarkable
[Warren G]
Listen to me baby doll
I'm hated by many, loved by 213
blow
I came here to shine
If you didn't now you know
I like to keep it on the low
Gulf stream with the flow
So I keep it by the coast
Hold up
I'll wait
Damaged oddity bought by Sotheby's
Auctioned to a selfish man who thinks that he's the prophecy
You can't even spell but you're an "expert" in
Grrr, arff arff
Over and over I done told ya boy
I'm a G-Unit motherfuckin' soldier boy
And when you gon' get it in your brain?
The gate's wide
like a man that's drumming
Congo Drums
Beat-da Congo Drums
Use to roll wid the gun got redeemed by the son
Spitting gospel heat but the heats not
off, shake them haters off
Yo snoop, it's your country uncle master p man
The black Tony Montana, I wanna tell you
Thank you for ery'thing you did
the Westside Connection
My nigga Deadly Threat from the L.A. Zoo
L-B-C Crew, D.P.G, West Coast finest
Here's a toast to the coast!
What have we? - a house
to jail
I got mo' p**** to swell and mo' dreams to tell
I ain't going back to jail, I ain't going back to jail
And tell ya old man I ain't going back
on the road
mans like you get scared on the road
won't be moved by no 'brear' on the road
'mans' like you get air on the road
so just stick to pumping beats
I just laugh at yo' face
Blow a stack on David, 'cause I'ma pyro
Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold
I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops
G's
Lot of profits my pockets obese
Out of pocket my partner smoke 'Em
Lot of mileage she fuck the whole team
Need my dollars ain't nothing for free
Ladies and gentlemen
Please welcome the underground champion
Of the world he goes by the name MGK
And his flow is timeless
Uh, I let it breathe a lil
old school like a starter hat
Depend on every topic by the song
Is Where my heart be at
I Told em once befo
It don't apply Then let it go
Smoking
(pappie) NTM
Trip zone music
Cokeboy
Man they know me as TIB
Got my Bros on this one
(feezy on the track go)
20 by midnight
What's on my mind is
I Flood my wrist
Stacking P's won't never end
Me and bro we stay with drip but first things first I bless my ends
Influential setting trends
Ex bitch
by the rules M.O.B M.O.B
If there's money to be made holla me, holla me, properly
I preyed on the game like a G got no time for these hoes man i stay
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