[Verse 1: A.G.] You know we got it sewn for now Cause I throws it down Plus I'm frozen down with a golden sound Where that lye at? I blow blunts backwards
get it gravitatin get thrown out da club i'm throwed off like a muthafucka poppin bub Chorus 2x [verse 2] Now u jus tuned into da crunk show nephews
you can talk to da hand I,I, Show you how to get rich The game we on, I'll show you how to pitch Made a play with a hit[?] And told the police I don't
mat Splat I can make a green nigga mad Quick, fast, flash like tin cash on this bitch's tag [Verse 3:] You can tell I'm a G from a walk in the stands
shipwreck They call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines The white bitch got rich like Federline F**k a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack
huh, Oh! Yeah, Yeah, Uh! Uh! Yeah, Uh Uh! They call me G-H-E-T-T-O Black star power, like B-E-T shows I'm usually pullin up in the G-T slow Flashing
deny it, you's a dick rider You can never flow like me, blow like me Why would a bitch like ya? She can see that I'm a fuckin rider, you a hitch hiker
a young man don't wanna get old Little thing called hip hop stuck on my soul Loving my shit coming up to a show Well it seems this youngin here looking like a
gon' edit, the journalists won't sweat it Dig it, I don't give a SHIT about a critic I'm young, fresh, and gifted and I spit it how I live it Come and
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
am. N-I-G-G-A, I'm a get drunk and smoke weed all day, And that's the type of nigga I am. N-I-G-G-A, I'm a get drunk and smoke weed all day, And that
: x2] (A lovely daaaay), it's a lovely day A lovely day, a lovely day A lovely day, it's a lovely day A lovely, a lovely day [Z-Ro:] I must'a, woke up
came slow, and nothing came fast Most times I was out of luck, and dead on my ass But with the heart of a hustler, and the mind of a G I came up, now
.L.A.B., getting whooped and tossed Perpetrating like a G, when you knowing you soft It's Jay'Ton I ain't playing, when I'm spitting my name Double 12
I was S.U.C. My nigga never had a hateful bone, in his body And all he said was yes, he never said no to anybody I ain't never, had a friend like him
we ain't on the same page A honey grant for a feature fresh let's get paid From head to toe I'm G'd up [Chorus:] Brand new kicks to match my new outfits
the seat When we creep wit the heat That's how we get down (50 Cent) In the city, a young buck'll tell you how the mac spit O.G. give 'em the word, you