Get it honney tell inning to winning Run miles and miles to the speaker Super-propelicker it’s the sound of the zeekers Oh! Verse 2: gollie g Gollie g
Dreamin' I Kno That There's A Better Way Cause I've Seen It Lord This Faster Money Is So Convenient And I Need It Say I Need It [Verse 2:] C.A.R.T.E.
talk about you (talk about you 2x) Don't give a fuck about you (fuck about you 2x) You livin' bout it bout it (bout it bout it 2x) Just make em read about
think I was racin' Pinky ring hi, at the bar wine tastin I paint all my cars black you would think I was racist A.T.L.A.N.T.A C.O. double L. E.G.E
i g0t it in my ride had 2 g0 2 china jus get tha rite kind i hit tha drink leanin 2 tha left side then i hit tha bank jus 2 get 2 check signed i hit
a freak like you hoes be needin' rent money It's 7 days in the week and man they all sunny 80 degrees, tall palm trees Much too many dimes and too many G
you see [Party Arty] I see the A to the G-I (Rolling with) Show B-I (Repeat 2x) [A.G.] It's the A to the G so don't sleep My second LP and I'm in too
get it honney tell inning to winning run miles and miles to the speaker super-propelicker it's the Sound of the Zeekers OH! Verse 2: Gollie G Gollie G
bitch is sellin cock, Hit the block grab the cash, get the g's and get the doe And if you never did this shit befo, you can hit the door, 2X CHORUS:
crew pop trunk in that BMW steady swang and bang on them fuckin thangs Im out the South a young G letten nuts hang I bring another young G in on this
when they face my team I got them same three 'causeos holding me down, if I ain't coming back Bet they bury me with g-stacks, plus a platinum plack [Hook - 2
't stop me, who? Not me Pop 1 bottle, pop 2, bottles pop 3 4, 5, 6, chicks in tha V.I.P., 7, 8, 9, naw, they all dimes O.G. Louis frames match my Louis
me It's nothing you can tell me, it's like God built me [Chorus] [Freeway (LL Cool J)] (1) 2 (3) 4 (5) 6 (7) (Kick in the door) Yeah I rhyme for the
hood ( southern california ) cause when i spit that g vatos no whats hood so then i roll through L.A. and this is what i see ese territorys deep full of WEST SIDE g
back so I can see who beepin this po pimp Spring to the phone with a slow limp In a trip that shitted with 3-1-2-7-6-2-10 Three line connection As
[Chorus] The future of your life is right in front of your eyes just look up in the sky and I promise you'll see a bunch of L7?s better side of the heavens
my status I ain't need no post Acting hard, when you a male Ke$ha Hot steppin in your Sketchers You a square, L-7 Put the L up to your heaven Raise your
as if My name was biggie smalls, Your girls are docced dip in, Nigga keep a headlock, Trust Gunz with your wife? Motherfucker bet not, Sleep on Peter G
