through the fishin' line. watch for the hook, Spitta bring it to just on time. On trees, like an ornament at Christmas time, on G's. But don't nothing
jar Whip it around, it still comes back hard So easily do I W-H-I-P My repetition with riches will bring the kilo business I got Creole C-O *******,
Then Boldy factored a did To know the cash that Im flippin 6 o's gon get stashed in the ceilin 6 o's in traffic Im pinchin this o And that one get split
6-O's in traffic Im pitchin this o That one get split and broke to halves And this one his o And that one is his And this o im baggin and this one
a field trip double date don't cooperate, kill switch f-ck me and my man, you a real b-tch [Chorus] [Kanye West] Ladies and gentleman it's G.O.O.D music
Sound of the Zeekers OH! Verse 2: Gollie G Gollie G bumblebee ring around the rosie a quacka full of hosie the hip hop scooby doo why whatch the jar
serious bout this, Im So serious bout this Move around bitch if you aint dyin move around bitch, Church on the move Say bitch you fuckin with a boss, Trill O.G
ga, Ghostface Killah, Killah, Killah The GZA, The Genius Mizza mizza mizza, M E T H O D Man Straight up, Masta Killa The Inspectah Deck, U-G-O-D The B O
I'm in the kitchen squarin' up like a shooting guard (Swish) I play like I can lose it all With everything I gain, nigga I just suit and ball Like the G.O
are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T. Throw your hands in the air have a sip take a toke (Hot ish) You are now Rocking wit the G.O.A.T. Go 'head do your two
[Snoop Dogg] Yo.. and this is No Limit records I am Snoop D-O motherfuckin double G Partyin with my ??? Silkk The Shocker You a made man now nigga Yeah
(SPOKEN) Man #1: A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I...Hey, you know what letter comes after "I"? Man #2, Man #3, Woman: "J"! Man #1: Right. And whenever I think of
soloist in hip-hop history L L C to the O, to the O L J So whatcha wanna know? Throw ya in the MVP on your knees G A crowbar in your mouth, now ask
acceleratin' The whole crowd bounce, and sho' nuff' celebratin' Ain't nobody bustin' shots I bumped into Mike A K A Mo' Like Watts and O.G., 'cause he
prayin' to God don't let this go too far As they rush me into the St. Luke's O.R. They pull the bullets out my chest and give 'em back in a jar Now,
-O-to-the-O-L-J, so what'cha wanna know? A crowbar in your mouth - now ask me... Throw ya in the MVP on your knees G It's the L baby, baby, the L baby
for parties, say my name and I'm in free I'm on some 100-G car shit, superstar shit Sellin' niggas that wet shit right out the jar shit I'm dumb hot
