Volare, oh oh Cantare, oh oh oh oh Let's fly way up to the clouds Away from the maddening crowds We can sing in the glow of a star that I know of Where
As far as my eyes can see There are shadows approaching me And to those I left behind I wanted you to know You've always shared my deepest thoughts You
swangas cause they ain't clacking I'm rolling on 20 inch 4's bitch what happening Looking so fly I don't smoke fry Got to be a G till the day that I
best to backtrack and try to act black and live Not to be phony and positive but why be negative? What's the matter G? Black cat got your tongue Fat
cool out But they ain't feeling me a mutha fuckin fool 'bout my fuckin cheddar cheese and it pleases, passion of mine Thuggin huggin plenty of G
That makes three My laywers getting cash up the ass Don't even ask Why I'm buck wild ? Don't smile don't laugh To the young G's comin up peep game
[Chorus] Look at the grill [4x] [2x] this for my niggaz with the bank roles (look at the grill on my pimp mobile) this for my niggaz with the pretty cars
's go!!! I know you thought we was finished, Flipmode bitch!!! (G-Unit!!!) Yeah! Streetsweepers!!! REMIX PART THREE!!! REMIX PART THREE!!! REMIX PART THREE
the S) {Verse 1: Dinco, Milo} Three in this to grass it up like me Besides TNT, see an N and BG My visionary which is skippin on my D-O-G I guess it
so much weed you wouldn't believe And I get more ass than a toilet seat Three to the one from the one to the three I met a bad bitch last night in the
So I'm leafy, peasy, and I act kind of sane So homeboys and girls just come follow me I'm the fried pipe piper down with dub and Plug Three I like my
free And that's comin straight to ya from the Young MC [Digital Underground] I'm in a rage Oh yeah? Yo, why is that g? Other races, they say we act like
(feat. Get Low Playaz & Young Noble) [21 seconds of ad libs to open] [Chorus: repeat 2X] Exclusively, ridin on them deuces G Talkin 'bout what your
We shower your mom block and move out with glocks [Memphis Bleek] Uhh, yeah, uh-huh, yo this for my G's Yo yo Aiyyo, this for my G's, hoes, gangstas
a Plymouth It ain't no myth, it's a nigga with the spliff And a chrome four fifth pressed on ya back So what you want, nigga? How you wanna act? I hope
act out I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out That's a real nigga for ya Chorus [Notorious B.I.G.] When we smoke spliffs, we pack four
the South is where yo folks from, down in the bottoms where they broke some, whips cross a nigga back, way back, and now they wonder why we act, how we act
