Yo dawg, that's the G
That's some good stuff dawg, yo
Check the flow, here we go
Do your ass thing, I'm coming straight with it
One day I cut your ass up, just like on my jet day
Machete, ready, you better stay steady
One false move and you get hit like a doobie
So spark it up, homies, I got the clip to the chrome
Holla, point, ballas, and I'm pointing at your door
You're tripped like a rat, one pump from the deck
Yo, I got a little sucker that's dead
I'm getting funky with this, you should've mind your business
Oh, I slipped, now I have to get a witness
Man, he took a stand and let me stand on the wall, man
Should've watched his dick and now you're sinking into quicksand
I stopped to violate, no oxygen, you suffocate
Take another hit from a split and I elevate
High on your climb, I'm a class nine
Take another pinch from the dime, feeling fine
Spark it up, homies, I got the clip to the chrome
Holla, point, ballas, and I'm pointing at your door
Spark it up, homies, I got the clip to the chrome
Holla, point, ballas, and I'm pointing at your door
Spark it up, homies, I got the clip to the chrome
Holla, point, ballas, and I'm pointing at your door
Spark it up, homies, I got the clip to the chrome
Holla, point, ballas, and I'm pointing at your door
Lookie here, lookie here, look who we got, lookie here
A punk little sucker got the bearer to his ear
Come on, talk your * now, I dare ya, I dare ya
You better pray ya, cause I'm about to fly ya
Ooh, you sorry, oh, I know you're sorry
Don't cry, here's a little hint, you little bitch, dry your eye
But this ain't gonna stop me, for I'm coming rough
Still, I pull the trigger, and suck his eye
Snuff, and taste ya, I hit you in the head
With an aluminum bag, crack off the gloca
When I'm up, girl, let go, put out your foca
With my wicked mocha, so say ya, say ya
I wouldn't wanna be ya, cause I'm dropping *
Like in my head, like in my head, like in my head
With diarrhea, coming like orgasms
I get chronic egent
Suckers try to step up, and I watch a dance on
I'mma spark it up, hooms
I got the klept Marie to the crowd
Holla, boing balas, and I'm pointing at your door
I'mma spark it up, hooms
I got the klept Marie to the crowd
Holla, boing balas, and I'm pointing at your door
I'mma spark it up, hooms
I got the klept Marie to the crowd
Holla, boing balas, and I'm pointing at your door
I'mma spark it up, hooms
Holla, point, balla, then I'm pointing at your nose
Wicked, demented, just like a warlock
I will rock and will shock the nation
I need my medication to calm me down quickly
Mayday, mayday, eleven, five, fifty
I get super rich by rough beats like this
I'm dropping rough swings so you know I won't miss
Sometimes I get frantic, but I'm not satanic
I'm dropping dogs and my dogs are atomic
Slowly I sneak from behind and I find
A crooked-eyed pig who's sick in the mind
Taking advantage of his bad-deaf laputa
One-eighty-seven on the mother, bleepin' hootah
Put to the test, now it's like it's a rest
But get up for the prove best, I hear it ain't for the chest
So roll, roll, roll your joints, twist it at the end
Light it up and take a pump and pass it to a friend
Don't spark it up, homies, I got the click to the core
Holla for it, fellas, and I'mersin' in atchado
Spark it up, homes, I got the click to the core
Holla for it, fellas, and I'mersin' in atchado
Spark it up, homes, I got the click to the core
Holla for it, fellas, and I'mersin' in atchado
Spark it up, homes, I got the click to the core
Holla for it, fellas, and I'mersin' in atchado
And it's like that, you know what I'm sayin'
They comin' at ya for the 1990 flow, 5 and to infinity, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm on the rise and I never wanna get down, you know what I'm sayin'?
I just need a fast change to make my day
With that big fat G-Tracks from my producers
Z. Black, Kobe not your block, get ya, YEAH
So act like ya no fun
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