Well I met a girl And she sold me a pill It tasted like shit And it made me feel ill Watch my body Twist and jerk f21 42319g592322o 10j All I
from the bottom of the map got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap (ay) [5x] I do it for the trappers with tha-tha-tha rocks and them ole G niggas
a million and three, Dula truck, 63 g's Old schools a hundred a piece That cost me 75 g's, 65 actually but my rims cost me 10 of them things Gucci, Yo
go Damn, here we go again, I just came back Girl, don't make me go again, she say you been in the streets You was with that hoe again, money wrapped in rubber bands
learned the street life was so cold 10 stacks cash that was my goal wanted to be like big bro with plenty hoes first thing he taught me was the g code
left ring 10 houndred cash neckpiece 30 grand whip cost 300 grand god damn im on a shoppin spre bracelet 20 bags rims cost me 5 grand house cost 500
in there mouth ya'll. 5 minities niggaz wanna require, understand this BUCK! BUCK! gunfire. Be yourself do wanna be boss, when I come thur with the phat G
Yo, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Ay it's T.I.P man, king of the south Rubber band man, boing with my 4 112 Letting all those suckers for Lord know man Keep
'bout it, mayne We way over here, up out your range Don't try to be G, that's not your thang You try me G, that Glock gon' bang K I N G, that's not
mornin' rush, I bet them ni**as down the street aint servin more then us. They look like 20's but im chargin the customer 10, They give-aways just to
did no music, then would you respect mine This wedding band and music draws a line Between life and Tech N9ne Quincy J told me, super stars are good providers But 2 times outta 10
'm doin it all Cus connect gang bangin mean uhh Macks gonna ball Representitive from the pacific With ? ? ? ? ? Them dumpin pumpin motherfuckers Up with this ws it's on tonight Yea g
Usher, Usher, yeah man, true story Real G?s with me on this one Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Wifey home, wedding band, I?m a lucky man You?d think I?d be satisfied
B.g.: u know me cant' get caught without my chopper Load with 50 bullets I'm itiching to sai I got ya B.g. labeled as a bust back nigga Can't let yo chrome
[B.G.] You know me can't get caught without my chopper Lil' weak wit 50 I'm itchin' to see I got cha B.G. labeled as a bust back nigga Can't let yo chrome
't bumpin' and jumpin', it got the holy ghost Bricks by the 50, 10 naw shawty 40 more Trap time n****, yeah, strap time n**** Put out better rubber band
it a lot Jumped out, dried off, put on the Denim cologne Then I called up Earl on the telephone He told me 'bout a jam that I could do later on 10 g
time wavin gats at the ??? If I get hit, one of the team'll carry me So g'head draft me, g'head draft me [Chorus: 2x] *George W. Bush talking* "The
