Lyrics:
[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
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
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
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,
[Master P]
G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep
Thats how we late night creep
See in Cali' fools be gettin' their serve on
And at the side shows cars
Represent that Long Beach, Represent that D.P.G.
Represent that Long Beach, Represent that P.A.C.
[Jayo Felony]
I had so much beef I should've fucked in
Marks Ready Set Let's Go
Wanna be the brother with the face they know
Gonna get my P's up
Bring all of my G's up
Watch em all Tik tok copy that Go
In
seen about.
P-I-M-P-I-N-G is all I be's about.
I break a ho in, break 'em till they broke, and then I ease 'em out.
They out of pocket, I'm a lock 'em
[B.G.]
Ohhh
Man, somethin' stank
Ooohh
You smell that?
I don't know what that is
Killin' is like a hobby: somethin' that B.G. do for fun
It don't
the P's innit
My G's in it
Money do the talk we reasoning
My G's in it
Money do the talk we reasoning
I got a big cheque for the nikes
You ain't ready
by a bald man
In a blue jumpsuit
With a super yacht
On route to the moon
We are the ones
Putting fuel in his rockets
Filling boxes
While he fills up
down boy we don't play like that
Betta yet tell ya man to put down the gat
Before it get ugly, I'ma leave ya bloody, LIL BLOODY
Don't play with
sneakin up
Tha man Jake the snake
Every nigga on the street
Got something to say
Until they get sprayed in the face
With a gay like mase
I don't hate
R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G r-E-U-P-G-A-N-G
R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G r-E-U-P-G-A-N-G
R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G r-E-U-P-G-A-N-G
R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G r-E-U-P, yuugh!
Young, obnoxious,
you?
M: Yo man, two G’s
All: What? Word?
M: Word up man
G: Gotta play kid
M: You know it
P: All I got is a little Benz, man, I don’t know
M:
probably be lawrence taylor
Blockin' these hatas off, be mad
Cause they know master p's got it goin' man
That's why I fuck your bitch, but she ain't shit
of valor, for the
entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel
that no man yet has fought with it and lived! Bones of four fifty
men lie
nothin', ain't nothin', aye)
I'll leave your ass crippled like some frosted flakes
What you call it sneakin' up tha man Jake the snake
Every nigga
tree
Now
Sent by G.O.D
To save the word you and me
You never know who you facin'
Who ya chasin'
The life you wastin'
[Verse 2]
I was made by
clique to the T-O-P on G-O-D with B.o.B.
Tell by the hat, you could tell by the tat, you could tell how I act, you could tell how I rap that I represent
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