Mr. G, Shadow, Mexican Connections
Yo, what you know about the G of Tijuana?
In the car with a stash, filled with pounds of marijuana
Smoking on some hash, with a strap under the dash
About to cross the border in pursuit of the cash
We mash beans, solicit, nothing but chronic dreams
Make a drop and we out, no doubt
We cop the green, you know the steelo, we live it
Body gun, pushing weight by the kilo
And copping it by the ton
Cha-ching, money brings the power and respect
Expensive cars, model chicks, and hot tech
Fender weak in the keys, in the suite on the beach
Puffing Cali Chronics, leading to my knees get weak
Mr. G and Shadow, we gotta lock till we dry
Hit and lick after lick, because the game don't stop
A real hot shot, calling shots like a boss
And we gon' run this motherfucker till the wheels fall off
Mexican Connections, cold cash, dinero
On a hump of the stacks from L.A. to San Diego
It's all about the loot, we ain't scared to shoot
Mr. G and Shadow, Mexican Connections
We got the game bulletproof
Mexican Connections, cold cash, dinero
On a hump of the stacks from L.A. to San Diego
It's all about the loot, we ain't scared to shoot
Mr. G and Shadow, we got the game bulletproof
I started off with a nickel, then it was a dime
Now I got a cage full of birds ready to fly
It's still a die on the streets
Paper heat in Southern Cali, real so just don't
You can * a lot of beats, bomb stocks and sticky trees
At 275 for a Z or 14 for a QP
From S.D. to L.A.
But you better believe me and G stay paid
Motherfucker, red crates, wanna *, you name it
I sell it, you ain't no need to try it
Cause you want it when you smell it
No credit, you motherfuckers pay cash
In this world, ain't * for free, so don't ask
Clock stacks separate the problem from the real
Don't spend one, ain't yours, you'll get beat up
You need to have big balls to break laws and make moves
Depend on nobody but yourself, boo
Mexican Connections, cold cash, dinero
On a hump of the stacks from L.A. to San Diego
It's all about the loot, we ain't scared to shoot
Mr. G and Shadow, we got the game foolin' proof
Mexican Connections, cold cash, dinero
On a hump of the stacks from L.A. to San Diego
It's all about the loot, we ain't scared to shoot
Mr. G and Shadow, we got the game foolin' proof
Well, in case you didn't hear it, I'ma tell you again
Cold Blooded said he * it to the very end
Mr. G and Shadow, we put it down so cold
Roll it up and take a hit and get the money for the show
In case you didn't know, it's all about the cash flow
We hit it and quit it cause we don't love them hoes
Don't listen back, we cash it out



We ain't gonna stop until we get the cash
Fat checks and strapped tacks
And dump with the profit when our game connects
Now, ain't no telling what's next
Seven-Hell and we the next to see
Homie, tell me what you need
1, 3 on my arms, rings bodily hard
Me and G milk in the water, so ring the alarm
From the farm to the streets, we gotta keep the flow going
And you * pigs hate it
Cause my * ain't stolen, stolen
Steak, no for pushing weight
Ain't no splinters in this bitch
What I'm blasting at you snakes
Mexican Connections, cold cash, dinero
On a hump of the stacks from L.A. to San Diego
It's all about the loot, we ain't scared to shoot

It's all about the loot, we ain't scared to shoot. Mr. G and Shadow, we got the gang bulletproof. Mexican connections, cold cash, dinero on the hump of the stack. From LA to San Diego, it's all about the loot, we ain't scared to shoot. Mr. G and Shadow, we got the gang bulletproof.
Yeah, Mr. G and Shadow, Mexican connections.
From L.A. to San Diego, we running this bitch.