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picture this? Picture what? Me sittin' on your head piece makin' you beg please If you wanna pick on him, you have to go through me Flip, flip won't you G
on his wrist My albums in the running, I'm going for the gold of mile Got these girls going mad, million dollar smile My mac pro saying it all what's your G
If this were my world the holidays would be One for famous black folk and one for me Just in case you dont know who I be Make a holiday for the G-Funk
this were my world the holidays would be One for famous black folk and one for me Just in case you don't know who I be Make a holiday for the G-Funk king
few niggas Get a grip, dead four, fifth in the hip Slip, never picture me fallin', nigga don't trip Stoned is the way of my walk In a mini-mack eleven
Suck my dick" I take a bow and leave With a sack full of unmarked cheese I find it hard to believe who to pull or proceed To be G's and claim they runnin
many sins Tired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny wins Tired of never having any ends Tired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and mini
or a fireman when you constantly seein that g ride tires screechin and them shots firin all the time it happens frequently the hood inspired him to be a G
dance floor All shape sizes from dime to zero I'm not Captain Kurt or Captain Nero I'm just trying to get you and your friend to G-O Then I dream voices
to'em had a mean fortress, A french maid blowin me down like Farah Faucet. My gun collection is big in the Adolph section, My little mini-me he bump off
from the Honda Passport Or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya I blow up spots like little sisters G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite ya nails to the
[*sound-effects' mini-game*] [verse 1] Have you ever bought coke WIT' ME? You already ASKED ME how to make a hit WIT' SHIT? You've shot Chris Jack? Have
Papi chulo conquistando el mundo [Hurricane G]: (Puffy): One, one, one, one (Uno) One, one, one, one (Uno) One, one, one, one (Yeah Hurricane) [Hurricane G
, I love ta hate ya 'Cause youse a freak by nature, can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya Drink your style down straight wit' no chaser My verbal combat's like a mini
, I be getting I be getting to da money, I be getting to da money I be getting to da money, I be getting Every since I was a young boy, nigga, movin? them G
'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
face Now thats deep, y'all turned from my fans to my friends After the past, I didn't think I could stand it again On the streets, me and Miny wonderin