's parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo's And I luv it, and I luv it Been around the world, it's the same ol' caine Been around the world, it's the
You know my motto, clock G's and rock keys like Drago Pablo Escobar and Dom Perignon We're buyin? out the bar, with Don Juan And every woman's Shawn
right and left? The chick's boriqua, or maybe mexicana I see Mami, con gana, con gana (Yo Low-G, what about them knockers?) Oh, that's my girlfriend Esmeralda
the jump they can't hold us, Got the bricks, got the boulders, let the World know it's over, I-K-E and S-P-M, and that Mexican Baby Beesh, Down to
?, come if you push me Have you like E.I. E.I., uh-oh after the four-four blow I get low, they say I go like a pro It's a wrap, and I'm ghost in the
to staying, on top of things Is treat everything like it's your first project, knahmsayin'? Like it's your first day like back when you was an intern Like, that's
so he's locking up the Family, these copa's wanna beat ya, and they treat ya like they daddy, you sucka motha fucka's badge busta's ya'll aint had me,
Blood is leakin, what you thinkin there's no other way around it Searchin for some static, it's automatic bitch you hope you found it He's been grouded
, triple gold degons hustlers hustle gangsters banging whatch fo colour you wear and watch for u hangin whatch for you claiming its B's and C's this is G's
food and vest I hope when Dre hear this, he give a beat for ten more 'Cause I stay on the corner like squegeemen Yo Nate Dogg, what's happening y'all Long Beach, Brick
G's Who am I to disagree? Everybody's lookin' for somethin' Street dreams are made of these Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny
you off, in my trunk-e nigga Call yo wootay's let 'em know I'ma keep ya nigga To they cough up sixty gee's my nigga That's how it go, cause if the shoes
up Them niggas run up, they fucked, now what Huh, who's that? That nigga Kurrupt G'z up, hoes down, muthafucka blaze up D.P.G.C. muthafucka g'd up In
hey Die for this firm, live for this firm Niggas learn, never should come before your fam From ki's to ported grams, these are corners in the blue van E's
Yeah! What is it? It's Young Menace and the Game Stackin' chips, G-Unit, doublin' down on who? Sacramenton's finest from Sac-Town to Compton, you dig?
a millon dollar footprints, shit, it's nothing [jd] For me to get any chick and trick off bricks and Keep making hits, it's nothing [da brat] For me to lose a g
lights, N-I-N-E I'ma let you know how I feel on the real I pack steel it's like a jungle makes me wonder where my eel is Hits the bricks skips the dog
's still the same y'all Aim the rod then I blaze the squad All the hoez roll the weed up, you know that it's G's up Roll till you eat some I flow for