SAGIN'
SAGIN'
So nigga get your SAG on, get your flag on
For the 187, put your mask on
Get your SAG on, get your flag on
For the 187, put your mask on
I'm not SAGin', but I'm just SAGin'
My pants are SAGin', braided hair
I'm not SAGin', but I'm just SAGin'
My pants are SAGin', braided hair
When I first got my ass in this dope game
I didn't have to worry bout these marks tryin' to jack me
Now everybody and they damn mamas wearin' flannel
A dicky t-shirt with the fresh grease khakis
Somebody even told me that it's nothin' but a fan
But I know that motherfucker, I already know
Just like from a Cutlass to a fuckin' Mustang
Now everybody wanna drive a damn six-boat
It's 1994, it is in case Sam is here
To check a fat crib and if I don't go gold
If I don't go gold
I'mma go platinum
Bitch, I'mma bet you that I still get rich
You can get with this or you can get with that
But if you're a G, turn your hat to the back
And get your SAG on, get your flag on
Remember, everybody keeps a fuckin' guess
K-Sam's here to tell your ass somethin' good
Like my motherfuckin' niggas outta UGK
And at the same time, take your ass to the old school
With that nigga Nino, down with the K
So put your SAG on, put your flag on
For the 187, put your mask on
Put your SAG on, put your flag on
For the 187, put your mask on
My pants are saggin', but I'm just saggin'
My pants are saggin', but I'm just saggin'
My pants are saggin', but I'm just saggin'


A lot of bitches that I know, they get they SAG on
See them at the mall and they brand new dickies
Quit the checkin', nigga
Cause some of them, they got nuts
So I guess that's why we call them gangsta bitches
I used to have this gangsta bitch
She was down for a nigga
And was gay to watch my back at all times
In her bitch panties was my motherfuckin' clips
And in her Dooney Burke, she packed my Tech-9
On her right titty was my motherfuckin' name
Tattooed in a heart with dollar signs around it
Only 16, but my bitch looks 20
Down for a nigga, gangsta love, I found it
The K to the S to the AM
Bitches, see, we like them and play them
But like my nigga, no, we never played them
I'm comin' real with the gangsta *
From Victor Ville
C-A-L-I
Nigga Sly
Fly your ass in the backseat
Smoke your * and hit the 40-0-Z
And get your sag on, get your flag on
For the 187, put your mask on
Get your sag on, get your flag on
For the 187, put your mask on
My pants are saggin', braided hair
Now everywhere I fuckin' go, I'm seein' niggas saggin'
The only thing that's pissin' me off
They're doin' it for the fashion
Jabot's cross colors
Carl Canas suits, Chuck Taylors
And then they wear them Timberland boots
Hats to the back and my clean ass
Seven dudes black
Yo, with two thangs in the back
Me and Nino
We finna get our surf on
We got the Hennessy and skunk
So you know we gotta swerve on
Youngster, youngster
That's the life that we live
Roughneck, rude boy
So you're ridin' high, bitch
And I walk the walk like this, nigga
And I talk the talk like this
I go bump, bump
Two shots to your head
Makin' sure your bitch ass is dead
And you know I got my
Flag on, got my flag on
For the 187, got my mask on
Got my
Flag on, got my flag on
For the 187, got my mask on
My pants are saggin', braided hair
I'm an anti-moneyajer
And I'm drinkin', girl
And I'm drinkin', girl
I'm drinkin', girl
I'm drinkin', girl
I'm drinkin'
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