Lyrics:
the A to the G-I followed by the A-N-T rolling with the Show be -I
Black boots, black hat, slick like a black cat
Flip like a fat cat? Never none of that, black
feel your legs kid
I'm a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh
They yellin' Chef,
puzzled by the peace
By the price
So much flows on the phone had to put that shit in rice
No more hello Mr nice guy
Ain't no nice time
Grew on Mr price size
In this little session of the promised land
Where I lounge wit' my homies and I'm freakin' my friend
I gots the 6-shoota' down by my side, sittin' in
say you alone but I don't reply
We never close so don't even try
The temperature froze when you comin' by so don't even try
Fuck the team, you 'bout'a
mo bitches than Dr. Detroit
It goes down
Mr. Smoke-A-Lot turnin' pounds into ashes
Black ski maskes
Niggaz be gettin the pumpkin head like
will be Mrs. Coke
Girl's so pretty, kids with little niddys
Hope the years go slow, slow
Surrounded by intelligence, life through education
Healthy
will be Mrs. Coke
Girl's so pretty, kids with little niddys
Hope the years go slow, slow
Surrounded by intelligence, life through education
Healthy
Richie, Luke, Arkay, Marty, Tahay (real niggas)
Rico, Black, Party Rob, and Eighty (real niggas)
Y.G., Nut, Foul One, and Lord (real niggas)
Blink, Ice,
of the show money printer
I'm sick and tired of these little shitters
Address me by name prefixed with mister
Mr. Protagonist did you fuck your sister
I kissed
pledge allegiance to the 12 gauge Mossberg
I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed-off Leather face got a big gun in your face
Behind that bush and when they roll by
We
all in the family
So there you have it, D-P-G-see
X to the motherfucking Z
Mr. Exuberant, Extravagant, Extraordinary, Exciting, X-a-lotta
X-O with
all in the family
So there you have it, D-P-G-see
X to the motherfucking Z
Mr. Exuberant, Extravagant, Extraordinary, Exciting, X-a-lotta
X-O with
can't tell, it seem to me like we was born to get high
And raise hell off that
[Chorus x 2]
[Mr. G]
I don't know that yall bitches smokin' on in
a fine chick that look just like LaToya
And I bet fifty G's on my boy De La Hoya
Tryin' to stay free with the loot they pay me
Boy I'ma vet and you still
A bunch of niggas done tried, but ain't too many don't it like me
Its Bun B the G and I'ma keep it one hundred
[Chorus]
Cause thats exactly what
Ah fuck it
Ah y'all got your nigga e-40 in this motherfucker
I buzz I put a step in
Kickin it in the fac house motherfucker
Ay, g-nut, spice,
name
[Hook: Mr. Kane]
I'm just a ballin ass niggaro, you best to get ready
Straight out the penitentary, to makin all this feddy
We gangsta rock
like Pele
And prosecute like the muthafuckin' D.A.
I'm rollin' a small coupe drop through the hood of G's
And hittin' the chips on the undercover P I
pleases, passion of mine
Thuggin', huggin' plenty of G's
And laughin' while I pass through times
And all these bastards that be watchin'
Just keep it
love the criticism
But understand im successful by own admission
I never had isssh
But a bad bitch
Na let me stop lying most em were average
If
off the tongue
Yah cute playboy, when I stunt
One by one you standin in line
And one by one and I'm checkin out your rump
And oh yes Mr.Capon double
Haaa uuuuggggghhhh
this is for all the G's ou there
we bout it bout it
and g ettes i ain't forget about y'all uuuugggghhhh
gold
I pull a hunnid five on the I in my
G35
I aint got a plan when I put
The whip in drive
Just rolling with the Jams
When im high in the ride
Pull
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