Lyrics:
dough
Standing on my two legs
Nighas thinking it was bootleg
But who said don't chase dreams
They too scared
I want it all
I'mma do it for my two kids
Two
paid
Wake and bake imma spark by nine
G41 in my zoot I'm fried
I said grapefruits leng and no one call it lame
I really like a bit of sativa but, that
[Benzino talking softly]
Niggas want to try and live my life and
Bitches want to try and run my life and (As we proceed!)
Haters want to try
that nigga Tela must've hit the loot
'cause he's actin real loonie
And I don't give a fuck cause I'm drunk and I'm a G like Spoonie
The hoodrats want
throat
[Kurupt]
What, raise the roof up,
Fuck chuck, Kurupt and Buck
Wid Gail luck lightin' shit up,
Nort and Roscoe, K.G., the solo
Incognito,
fucked all day (yeah)
Sucked all day, smokin' blunts, countin' cheese
Fucking bitches 'til they assholes bleed
What you say ba-by
All I want is hoes,
Wow
Wow
Smiling, how I stepped in the cut
(Sheesh) On my days, see the size of her
Popped in now and they all wanna talk
How I’ll blow like a spot
Want a selection
Come to my section
Bits of both like a ice cream truck
Ice cream cake, gelato or cookie
In two minds she dont know she's stuck
I'm clappn cheeks
A she B C'in' this D
She want big E to F her G spot
If she come to close
I cha cha slide and tell her freeze thot
She glaze me like
grill now, protected by the steel now
(B.G.)
Hoes know Lil Duggey (B.G.) ain't right
I fuck you yesterday fucking your best friend tonight
the revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought
To you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial
randy moss better catch’m /never fucking off /jack up raw real hard G-37 top soft u hypnotized by the sauce
/Gotta see it clearer they looking at me
right)
Digital Underground kid you know whassup hah
[Shock G]
Aiyyo Kris is chillin Shock G's chillin
What more can we say about
sweet, He get cut like some cake
If you die by the gun then I guess that's your fate (Like Hollup)
Every opp shot, Can't lack, We whack
Man that nigga
goes
Start a week with two G's
But by Sunday night I'm broke, never mind
Cause I still make more than
You would ever post online
Where you stay sittin'
Yeah
Ten G mics and shit
Mics and men, books and pen
Decent rhymes, hooks and lines
One time, where do we begin?
The gritty rugged lands
thinking about you and me, f u c k i n g
i just want sex i don't want marriage
i don't want to push in no baby carriage
i just want your sexy sex, i just
the spot I ain't talking no cheetah
I kill the pussy you better call Peta
And she gon' follow me cause I'm the leader
If my shoes is bloody I guess I'ma
I weren't happy
Now I get blows at the spot
By a baddie
Cunch lines
When I saw my first brick I said it one time
I can pebble all of this with
gonna come back
Tornado-style all over their asses, break their glasses
And burn their houses down to ashes
Metaphorically of course
I don't want any
surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin'
Know there's dope bein' sold, but I ain't the one sellin'
Don't want to be another number
I gotta puff a gang
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
comes, reopen the guest list
My bunny rabbit, most men want but can't have it
I'ma tap it, and get pornographic, it's automatic
She turns heads,
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