6 in the morning, police at my door And my Nike starts squeaking, cross the bathroom floor
Out my back window, *** my endo Up the street, I got my Lolo, a 6-4 photo
Parked in the alley, just north of Valley I'm rolling up, heck, got my hand on my tech
Scooped up, my kids had a talk to they mama The bitch is popping off, always talk about drama
Took him to the mall, hooked him up on some clothes
Got my little boy a jersey, he loves Eddie Jones
And my little girl's 9 years old, already talking about daddy
I love solid gold, stomped off his sister, grubbing on spank
Got my little girl carrying, this * ain't fake
Now I rolled up, bumped and dropped him off at they pad
And I grinned at they mama, cause the bitch look mad
G-Spot is the clique I claim We the hardest motherfuckers in the hip-hop game
It's all about chips, motherfucker fame And we about to blow up, who me? In slow pain
G-Spot is the clique that's down Rockin' Boulevard nights and we headed eastbound
Three Mexicans and we puffin' a pound And we about to blow up, who me? And Nino Brown
Motherfuckers must just not know G-Spot click and float, and go toe-to-toe
Look at slow painting, you see a cholo But don't talk *, fool, cause that's a no-no
Here come Nino, in the glass house Let the ass drop, and in the stash box
He got a Glock 9, he got some mad props Somebody's dead, he only got 9 shots
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
And when you put us up in the sand booth We like moonshine, motherfuckers
100 proof, we get flames when you light us Don't try to fight us, G-Spot, we go all nighters
Strictly underground, plus unfadable Not radio playable, but we sell a lot of CDs
Do you see these? Nuts, G-Spot clique, blood and guts
G-Spot is the clique I claim We the hardest motherfuckers in the hip-hop game
It's all about chips, motherfucker fame And we about to blow up, who me? In slow pain
G-Spot is the clique that's down Rockin' Boulevard Lights, and we headed eastbound
Three Mexicans, and we puffin' a pound And we about to blow up, who me? And Nino Brown
It's a Mexican thing, but y'all could be down Just respect my clique, and jock all my *
A-M-T, and I've been doin' this since 1983 Why do y'all hate me? Is it cause your bitch said I was tasty?
Or cause you're too pussy to face me? Down with Tom G, a full-blown Cuban, man
You seen Scarface, you know how we doin', man You seen Scarface, you know how we doin', man
We get loco, in the 6-4 GIFs at our skin color, with Coco
Peep out the vocal, you know we hard Shouts out to Toku, he walkin' to y'all
G-Spot clique, and we got our backs And we ain't stoppin' till we all got platinum plaques
Impalas and Cadillacs on D's What's the word? Them G-Spot G's
G-Spot is the clique I claim We the hardest motherfuckers in the hip-hop game
It's all about chips, motherfucker fame And we about to blow up, who me? In slow pain
G-Spot is the clique that's down Rockin' Boulevard Nights and we headed eastbound
3 Mexicans and we puffin' the pound And we about to blow up, who me? And Nino Brown
G-Spot is the clique I claim We the hardest motherfuckers in the hip-hop game
It's all about chips, motherfucker fame And we about to blow up, who me? In slow pain
G-Spot is the clique that's down Rockin' Boulevard Nights and we headed eastbound
3 Mexicans and we puffin' the pound And we about to blow up, who me? And Nino Brown
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