Lyrics:
remember those latter days
Them tubleware, soul food platter days
That was ya mom little hustle on a Saturdays
Back then, when it really didn't matter
with Kurupt (right)
Niggas don't give a fuck, I'm headed for the Westside
Now this spot's owned by the motherfuckin' D-O double G
P-O-U-N-D, so I
what's up with Kurupt (right)
Niggas don't give a fuck, I'm headed for the Westside
Now this spot's owned by the motherfuckin' D-O-double-G
P-O-U-N-D,
eye I can spot me a faker
It's the same old game baby
Just new haters
Nigga I'm still in the making
Can't meet my maker
Every day go by I get greater
Verse 1
Everybody wanna feed me some bullshit
no I'm full bitch
ate a long time ago
muthafuckas pull shit
see ya by kid
gotta shake that spot
the shots, I feel like Phil Jackson
Steady trappin'
Yeah, police by my spot and I was still trappin'
Yeah, hop in the Benz
I put a F on the rim (rim)
Street life so crazy nigga play by the rules
Can't blame nobody either win or you loose
Paranoid everyday but we still keep it cool
Ready to pay
the switch
Make the shit drop
G.O. Mr. Stylez
Hundred miles on the dash
Couple hundred thou cash
In the back of the Jag
Make it skrrt off, no they can't stay
feel better than I did last night
Here come the Hook
Look
I been low
So yeah, I know
When lows will go
And pass me by
So, pass me by
Don't ask me
in the rain
Swear he put the G in Game, had the Gucci frame
Before Dana Dane, thought he ran with Kane
I can't recall his name (what was his name?) you
energy
I be better off by myself, oh well, yes
Yeah, I done made millions on millions
Stack through the ceiling, ride dirty
Chamillion' can't go back
the C-P-T, Young G with heart, too
Oh we still party, but now it's part II and
I don't want to party wit' you, hell naw
'Cause bitch you scary
You 20
will the drama ever cease?
I'd like to say peace, Willie, and rest in peace
A cool brother who's all about justice
I still can't understand how he
the Lord, until my heart busts
So remember, L.O.T.U.G. is forever
You dis one, you dis the other
You dis the other, you dis the under
And you don't ever want
of my people I'm blessed and gifted
And behind closed doors my peers say the same thing
Astonished by my work like they can't do the same thing
We be
facing 10 if I didn't lie
The opps would meet they maker if we spin by
The g code what we live by
Gucci kicks I remember it was Levis
The g code what we
There's a planet out there somewhere in the universe and that's where I've been living Lately
No one ever comes by, cause they can't find it, but I
that is now me
See, G, I am king MC
Once said from me can't another brother disagree
Got the funk bleedin' all out your trunk
And there's all there
to play
I'm feeling like the man still
I'm feeling like I'm Tate I'm top g living
And my brother Like Tristan
All these guys telling lies
On the net they be
a girl with broken hands
'Cause his man's a woman beater
So when you get sores, from giving up drawers
Remember cool G Rap said "Truly Yours"
Yo,
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka, shit
Bathing tops with them bottoms
That the G's like to come to the dirty south for
But there's one in particular dame, I remember
From the bank she work,
the projects, bang, bang, pow, pow
Is how it sounds
[Chorus]
Life in the projects
Where it's hard to get by
But you got it 'cause your spot's gettin'
and she gonna go
I got powder and the ice, yeah that good tweak
I can't name a muthafucka who gon' touch me
He say he want beef, only bringing lunch meat
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