Lyrics:
a punch line than a cunch line
You see, tryna find a shot that's a tough grind
You spot one by spot one on the front line
When the race gets tekky I've
create a G.O.A.T
Bust AP on the planes, I'm gon' play the Rollie
On the same shit, like literally, I just ate some Coney
I can't trust nobody,
remember how we used to be
(We used to be)
Yeah your n***a he lame I'm a G
(Lame I'm a G yeah)
Yeah you know he ain't got nothin no
He ain't got nothing
pulled up on us no problems
[Bridge 2: Erich Gillespie]
Give me that twice if you're hype for the sweep spot
Give me that back on a bike with a G
Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,
the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L)
And (Cool J) I'm double platinum on the hot blocks and
(L) the hottest nigga in the whole spot (L)
And (Cool J) you see my
[Ice Cube]
Damn G the spot's gettin hot
So how the f*** am I supposed to make a knot?
Police looking at n****z through a microscope
In L.A.
This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St. Louis
Thank you
Damn G the spot's gettin'
for Ray
And your love for Ye then we used to debate
'Bout how your partners in the industry thought I still sold yay
We were both geeked up by doin'
Alchemist you know me man
I'm the type of nigga that write rhymes right on the spot in the studio
Soon as I hear the track, you know what I'm
(You must remember me)
(You must remember me)
Let's go, ayy, now you know, now you know
Yo, now you know, now you know
Ayy, now you know, and if
throwin' dubs still
I put her in the Bentley, mansion rent free
Told her keep the G-Wagen plain, don't even tint these
Can't be fuckin' with a lame, dawg,
of the wrong doings you produce
The wild tail of the tornado running loose
You tie the noose, I kick the chair
I'm the cyanide that snatch your life while you
the caboose of the wrong doings you produce
The wild tail of the tornado running loose
You tie the noose, I kick the chair
I'm the cyanide that snatch your
Foot hanging out the window
These Balenciagas
Why you wanna know da ticket
You can't even cop em
If you road past the spot
You wouldn't even spot it
still'll flop
Double G shit, I might be Gucci down in the spot
Give this shit to Flex or to Clue as soon as it drop
If you knew or not, always in motion,
Different locations, spots where it takes place
If you show them my money, your ass is gettin' F-laid
There's four major games that run the city of G's
how I like it,
(Huh)
Tornado Drizz bringing the lightning,
Tornado Drizz still shake up the room,
You can’t look God in his face,
Or you’re facing
to the tails
Searchin' for heaven and livin' in hell
They say I'm wrong for teaches this on
Fuck what you believe, can't heal by myself
That's the way I'm
a fat log,
Nasty and Nice in the studio all day long
Rollin wit Gino and Jon, that's 4 deep strong
You'll remember the name by the end of the song
Nasty
block
I'm that lifestyle, I'm that spot
I'm that kid by the number spot
That's my past that made me hot
Here's my life long anthem
Can't forget about
You still can't fuck wit me (you can't fuck wit me)
You can't fuck wit me (you can't fuck wit me)
I don't care about your imagery
(Fucker)
ima roll it
Show it wit dem leavin' magic
But I knew I had it in savage
It got crucial I ain't panic, when y'all want it, I ran it
I remember
health
So before you come and try the Treach, try yourself
'cause I ain't having it, remember act like you know
And if ya can't act jack, you best
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