you goin feel like you done find your way to mars The paper punctuated, yeah that's the new philosophy A G I gotta be on top of that like an apostrophe
point-blank, a motherfucker's sure to die That's my word, nigga even try to bogart have his mother singing "It's so hard..." Yes Love, love your
Kadeem In a whole different world It's the girls the cars niggas lose themselves Forgettin who they are When they try to be that superstar They don't understand It's
street dreams are made of nigga Hate me now Do it now nigga I'm burnin' like them blue flames nigga They call me G-H-E-T-T-O- Ghetto Lets do this right
Two point-blank, a motherfucker's sure to die That's my word, nigga even try to bogart have his mother singing "It's so hard..." Yes Love, love your
In a whole different world It's the girls the cars niggas lose themselves Forgettin who they are When they try to be that superstar They don't understand It's
It's 2gether, whoa Ooohhh it's 2gether, whoa Number 2-G-E-T-H-E-R to the CD you play in you car Drive to, cry to, blow that star Tiger Woods is 10 strokes
got an expensive weave - That's boughetto! Spend six hundred on weed - That's boughetto! Benz while ya sittin on D's - That's boughetto! Tell em what's
Tash] Say what [Bligg] Dirakt vo L.A. Killa Kalifornia Tha Liks Zame mit em B-l-i-doppel g Zuri Style [Tash] Alkaholiks Schiints meh seit's Woo-woo-
niggas I got ya Me and B.D. we B.C.C., tell O.G.C., parle, this one's a freebie Fake g's please, I love you like it was your twelfth birthday Street sweeps
goin feel like you done find your way to mars The paper punctuated, yeah that's the new philosophy A G I gotta be on top of that like an apostrophe Fame
-E the Y I'm checking this cash, until I die I'm a mob boss, in cliamition I'm trying to rise I'm a young superstar, this is not a disguise Niggaz trash
Chopper] There he go, hoppin' out the G-5 wagon G-coated, rees, Bo's and tees swaggin' Runnin' game on ya bitch, ya boy's a pimp I need the ones wit no
the truck If you wanna ride with us, let me see ya throw your side up [E.S.G.:] Ride with us or come roll with me, E.S.G. and my dog Bun B And the C-
with old gwop We did drunk in the Rover, dunk Leave you in your driveway slumped Fight, lose security to ER and we are THe R-U-L to the E-R (S) It's Montana
my DNA in it Next day it's the GT, stunt off of G.P. Fist full of stones, fingers glowin like E.T. Fake O.G., O.G. Bobby Jones Do your son like J-Rock