Bro, what's poppin'? It's 'bout time, real Chi-Town niggas link up Without no further a due I give you Yung Berg and Twista, let's get it in Where do
Just be callin' me G, G, G, just rescue me G E R A L D, L E V E R T G E R A L D, L E V E R T G E R A L D, L E V E R T G E R A L D, L E V E R T It just
That's a big step, but that's how niggaz from the Lou do Last rap was too cool, but this one is too damn hot You wack rappers think you hot when you
one you prefer Cali we do the drop, New York we do the furr East Coast, West Coast whichever one you prefer If I could take you around the world (Take you around that world) (Then Shorty would you
that G4 could fly through, any weather now See niggas get tight, when you worth some millions That's why I sport the chinchilla to hurt they feelin's
you do Do you really always shine like blue? Who you are, it's what's going to get you far in life It's what's inside Riding high, it's alright, hold
a few lies, you wanna be my lady I let you ride with a player in my new truck Take you straight to my house, you can do me up And back down again, get
you an me both we can get respect, two triple shots of hin an we'll be on deck, you my type, you ol hoe, you my type, you know. Chorus *(Christion
s, what a sight You and me both, we can get respect Two triple shots of hen and we'll be on deck You my type, you old hoe, you my type, you know (Hen
could tell you, he do you better, he lie No, I ain't Nelly but could make you holler e eye When we F U C K I N G in the treetop Bet you will feel special
We brings melody G-Funk, where rhythm is life And life is rhythm If you know like I know You don't wanna step to this It's the G-Funk era Funked out
Mon E. G. (Mon E. G.) Its Mon E. G. (Rick Ross) Rickey Ross (Mon E. G.) Its Rickey Ross (Rick Ross) Mon E. G. (Mon E. G.) And Mon E. G. (Rick Ross) Yo
stew if you can't admit I'm iller than you Baby you sparred with the shadows, Canibus and G Rap yo Motherfucker professionallin with the pros [Kool G
s time to go to bed y'all Time to go to bed -- I don't wanna hear that You know what time it is, you know what time it is [Children] Uncle Mos? [Mos
with that bird, and you know we just hooked us up on some syrup, now you know we gone, goin real strong, I thinkin ride far, I thinkin ride long, drop
P., to my motherfucking mother That's the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew There's ten toes planted, in my motherfucking shoe I gotta be a man, hope you understand There's
I Got Dem Mac's Man I got Dem K's And I Got Dem Nine's And I Got Dem A's R-15's And Dem 22-Trey's Player Wanna Ride I'm a Ride For Days No I Don't Miss
do real things you know they You already know, free Pimp C nigga U G K for motherfuckin' life, U S D A nigga, C T E nigga You know them Houston niggaz you