6 in the morning, police at my door And my Nike starts squeaking, cross the bathroom floorOut my back window, *** my endo Up the street, I got my Lolo, a 6-4 photoParked in the alley, just north of Valley I'm rolling up, heck, got my hand on my techScooped up, my kids had a talk to they mama The bitch is popping off, always talk about dramaTook him to the mall, hooked him up on some clothesGot my little boy a jersey, he loves Eddie JonesAnd my little girl's 9 years old, already talking about daddyI love solid gold, stomped off his sister, grubbing on spankGot my little girl carrying, this * ain't fakeNow I rolled up, bumped and dropped him off at they padAnd I grinned at they mama, cause the bitch look madG-Spot is the clique I claim We the hardest motherfuckers in the hip-hop gameIt's all about chips, motherfucker fame And we about to blow up, who me? In slow painG-Spot is the clique that's down Rockin' Boulevard nights and we headed eastboundThree Mexicans and we puffin' a pound And we about to blow up, who me? And Nino BrownMotherfuckers must just not know G-Spot click and float, and go toe-to-toeLook at slow painting, you see a cholo But don't talk *, fool, cause that's a no-noHere come Nino, in the glass house Let the ass drop, and in the stash boxHe got a Glock 9, he got some mad props Somebody's dead, he only got 9 shotsLet's go, let's go, let's go, let's goAnd when you put us up in the sand booth We like moonshine, motherfuckers100 proof, we get flames when you light us Don't try to fight us, G-Spot, we go all nightersStrictly underground, plus unfadable Not radio playable, but we sell a lot of CDsDo you see these? Nuts, G-Spot clique, blood and gutsG-Spot is the clique I claim We the hardest motherfuckers in the hip-hop gameIt's all about chips, motherfucker fame And we about to blow up, who me? In slow painG-Spot is the clique that's down Rockin' Boulevard Lights, and we headed eastboundThree Mexicans, and we puffin' a pound And we about to blow up, who me? And Nino BrownIt'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, manYou seen Scarface, you know how we doin', man You seen Scarface, you know how we doin', manWe get loco, in the 6-4 GIFs at our skin color, with CocoPeep out the vocal, you know we hard Shouts out to Toku, he walkin' to y'allG-Spot clique, and we got our backs And we ain't stoppin' till we all got platinum plaquesImpalas and Cadillacs on D's What's the word? Them G-Spot G'sG-Spot is the clique I claim We the hardest motherfuckers in the hip-hop gameIt's all about chips, motherfucker fame And we about to blow up, who me? In slow painG-Spot is the clique that's down Rockin' Boulevard Nights and we headed eastbound3 Mexicans and we puffin' the pound And we about to blow up, who me? And Nino BrownG-Spot is the clique I claim We the hardest motherfuckers in the hip-hop gameIt's all about chips, motherfucker fame And we about to blow up, who me? In slow painG-Spot is the clique that's down Rockin' Boulevard Nights and we headed eastbound3 Mexicans and we puffin' the pound And we about to blow up, who me? And Nino Brown*