I?m savin? up let you play with my sanity Gives a fuck what you think of me unless you feedin? my family Mother fuck all my enemies one time for my mini
you're doin' man straight up, ugh [Verse 1: Scarface] I'm too deep to quit, and too strick to fold and you need to split nigga G into code come on, these
to slow dance babygirl I'm the man put a g-string to the side girl lemme take a glance, in hand shakelia we sippin on dat helia iny, miny miney mo
E V E R Y T H I N G E V E R Y T H I N G When I'm out on the road, going from show to show Told my homie Romeo, how much I missed you so I don?t know
it mayne We way over here Up out your range Don't try to be G that's not your thang You try me G That glock gon' bang K-I-N-G that's not gon' change
all goodie, an be a, ride a Benz wit my knees what?? breakin trees up, rollin weed up, on my way to the V-up, to put the g's up, see Yuk, hella
hoodie if it's all goodie And be a ride a Benz wit my knees, what? Breakin' trees up, rollin' weed up on my way to the V up To put the G's up, see yuk
this is my domain make a couple of bomb shit this ain't the same now I'ma send this repetension I'm supposed to have G's so, all eyes is on me I
picture this? Picture what? Me sittin' on your head piece, makin' ya beg please Now if you wanna pick on him you have to go through me Flip flip! Won't you G
picture this? Picture what? Me sittin' on your head piece makin' you beg please If you wanna pick on him, you have to go through me Flip, flip won't you G
on his wrist My albums in the running, I'm going for the gold of mile Got these girls going mad, million dollar smile My mac pro saying it all what's your G
If this were my world the holidays would be One for famous black folk and one for me Just in case you dont know who I be Make a holiday for the G-Funk
this were my world the holidays would be One for famous black folk and one for me Just in case you don't know who I be Make a holiday for the G-Funk king
few niggas Get a grip, dead four, fifth in the hip Slip, never picture me fallin', nigga don't trip Stoned is the way of my walk In a mini-mack eleven
Suck my dick" I take a bow and leave With a sack full of unmarked cheese I find it hard to believe who to pull or proceed To be G's and claim they runnin
many sins Tired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny wins Tired of never having any ends Tired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and mini
or a fireman when you constantly seein that g ride tires screechin and them shots firin all the time it happens frequently the hood inspired him to be a G
dance floor All shape sizes from dime to zero I'm not Captain Kurt or Captain Nero I'm just trying to get you and your friend to G-O Then I dream voices
