go back home I gotta I gotta go back home (Verse1) Gotta watch your back around the pigs goddamnnn macoots running down ready to pull out Hand cuffs my nagger G-Jay
that bullshit Dogg, who you cool with? I'm down with Jay-Z, Master P, Nas, Ice Cube Dub C, Mack-10, DMX, Mobb Deep Ruff Ryders, Eastsidaz, Warren G, Red
Two thirty real dirty I we ain't leavin 'em fo' Close the do' and turn off the lights I love it when you coochie me extra tight Got you screamin' dynamite, like 'Jay jay
[Chorus] Warriors! Come Out And Play! X2 Warriors Ey Ey x3 Gd Up From The Feet Up ABCDEF Im A G To The End The End Of The Road But Back In The Kitchen
My glock pop from blocks you can feel it G-G-G-G-G-G, It's the muthaf-ckin unit! My shit knock for blocks, you can hear it G-G-G-G-G...Its the muthaf-
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Get your pen out take notes nigga Don't Hate nigga! Ha! Fuck that bullshit, Partna. It's the mufucka... Aye man, Jay.. Ay, Jay talkin bout.. Jay
Hov'? Riddle me that The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at Can't none of y'all mirror me back Yeah hearin' me rap is like hearin' G rap in his
bounce nigga ya, listen Rumor has it 'The Blueprint Classic' Couldn't even be stopped by Bin Laden So September 11th marks the era forever Of a revolutionary Jay
leavin' out the stores with heavy bags 'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin' we be poppin' tags We arose, let's go So fresh so clean like 'Kast Jay-Z be
'em All scars we earn 'em, all cars we learn 'em like the back of our hand We watch for cops hoppin' out the back of van Wear a G on my chest, I don'
tryin' to talk honey dog I ain't got time to waste (Check it) Why is you over here lookin' at me While all these girls up in here? What you gay? Nigga Jay
Tyga and Jay Sean:- A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ah Life life Im living my life life Got a bitch wit an ass so nice Night
and get TRL votes When 13 year olds control the remote And Ashley's got a brand new nose We gotta put some new em-phasis on our syllables [Verse 2 - Jay
fucking wayne . She call herself Lewinsky, that mean she give him brain. She tryna be like lil kim, her picture looks the same . Why she aint signed to G
'? Riddle me that The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at Can't none of y'all mirror me back Yeah hearin' me rap is like hearin' G. Rap in his prime
the bed playin' with your sugar Go 'head take your belt off and hang yourself Matter a fact grab your strap and bang yourself Jay's a big man, he's
Then I sit back relax and just laugh And the times we shared Like flyin' over Beatmore High in the G-4 Smokin' on Cali bud That's how real G show a
Lord's ladder We still speedin' runnin' signs like they don't matter Hater talkin' never made me mad Never that when I'm in my favorite paper tag Therefore G