nah-nah, nah, nah, nah (Must be a) Nah, nah G Walk like a G Talk like a G Oh yeah G Must be a G (G) Must be (G) Must be a G G Nah-nah-nah, nah, nah, nah
one luv Goin' out for dub Cutt'n up a little rug Carshow, to the club Westside gettin' hotter Scarlight been scutter Sellin' mo' rocks then off a cook
bitch got rich like Federline F**k a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac The weed good price, plus
gettin cheddar holmes If not get a loan, use that like Rosetta Stone And that way you can holla bout a dolla I hear em cryin broke, they holla like a
?d trade it all [P.Diddy] Fabolous Diddy Desert Storm Rock on, rock on Bad Boy, yeah Rock on, rock on DJ Clue, Duro Rock on, rock on I trade it all,
shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you They ain't used to a G like you [Talking
storm, rock on and rock on bad boy, yeah, rock on rock on DJ CLUE, DURU rock on rock on trade it all baby and thats a lot for real, stop playing
three Stand firm at the five; here's a star and a shield to support you at the nine! [Brother J] It's like A - D - A - M Prepare your mind, run tell
eat beef like a double deck of checkers burger I ain't scared to do a murda, im'a weapon squirta I'll let tha weapon squirt'cha, wet'cha like a f-in surfa
my cash Mo' rocks than Damon Dash, independently I'm a threat AKA a vet, and spraying them niggas until they wet I ain't finished yet I'm a G, and I'
a day like no other Clocks [hanging off] It was said they dropped the bomb And I walked out the door Feeling lonely, [I see rain/as a ray] Thinking of
Of course I put 'em out like trash 'cause I'm a lyncher Attackin' punk rappers like a Doberman Pincher They all be like vampires to me, so they oughta Walk
Steps I take Breathless Is there a cure for a hustler with a death wish? Cigar ashes Coaster Crystal glasses We mash on them jealous bastards With a
bye bye bitches Untouchable sound Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town Catching Feelings [Verse 3] We Yelling M - A - D - E N - I - Double G A
Yak' Been puttin in work, so I walk with a bop And it ain't safe at home, so I sleep with a glock (no mistakes) Thug livin, uhh, what the fuck'd be
broke his jaw Words harder than a fucking diamond Mobile phone call to Simon, niggas trippin' homie, when we riding? Fuck 'em slowly like Jodeci I'd stick a
in the woods and wipe his ass with a rabbit. [G:] Mmm. You gon rock it baby? [2:] Hell yeah, I'm gon rock it baby. [G:] ]Like you did before? [2:]
the grave since a little bitty child I've been known to get ill and kinda buck wild. Pop pop! just like the part that's in my walk with street talk
