x) Verse 1: Lil D.P. Hey gone drop the beat, it's strictly for the hos D.P. in the club and I'm on my tippy toes Then I'm kinda drunk and I'm off that
t no escaping I'm a trend setter with a beretta, for real it ain't no faking I done showed up and I po'd up, then I blowed up like yeast Diamonds slugs
I'm still selling crack Or recognize my nigga Grady, out that P.U.D All them other niggaz act like it, but he's my G I sit and watch, as my home boys
im a muthafuckin beast i never sleep i jus go eat nd if i hear of any beef nd then i want a lil piece jus let me get a lil piece i walk yo block nd hit
I'm from Compton remember You gotta be out your motherfuckin mind Ask KaySlay, ask Clue, ask Whoo Kid, ask Funk Flex I'll murder anyone of you motherfuckin G-G-G-G
a Benz when I wish I could park one Shed a couple tears when I heard that he caught one So everytime I drive down, wish I'll spark one, for you and 'Pac
about the remix, its an honor my nigga I made rap, one blood, that say I'm signin wit Jigga I got rappers gettin mad at me I got these new jack rappers
I'm a do is, I'm a go to the A then I'm a go all the way to Harlem, but before I do that I'm a take ya'll to Hollygrove I blew up before I grew up, Got
I play I cut so much you thought I was a DJ {*scratches*} "two!" - "one!" - "yep, three!" S-N double O-P, D-O double G I can't fake it, just break it
the way I play I cut so much you thought I was a DJ {*scratches*} "two!" - "one!" - "yep, three!" S-N double O-P, D-O double G I can't fake it, just break
Crip that D.P., K-U-R-U-P-T Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in yo mouth Dogghouse gangstas (woof, woof, woof, woof) Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in
somethin for realler From a fifty cent nigga to a thousand dollar nigga Fuck George Bush, the army, and the G.I. Nigga this P.I., until I D.I. Chorus
I won't deny ya, I'm a straight rider and you don't wanna fuck with me (yeh yeh) Chorus {Goldie Loc} C.. R.. I.. P.. cause that's all we G I'm from
for the homies in the hood The dub, waddup No disrespect to them other hoods But this is where I'm from 3-2-1 I can't cum No other way No way, no how
All we know is that "G" and we Trying to get somewhere I gotta get somewhere I can't fail (Why) Nigga ain't made for jail I remember when I had a million
