Andre the Giant It's the A to the G, the A to the G The A to the G, A - A.G. It's the A to the G, the A to the G The A to the G, it's the A [A.G.] Well
A.G.:] (All I see is blinkin lights Trackboards and fat mics) [Nas:] (I seen some cold nights and bloody days) [B.I.G.:] (I seen the light, excite all the freaks) [VERSE
with G.D. baby - ha ha You best to get up on this G.D. shit G.D. baby A.G. baby (1999) (It's called A.G. "The Dirty Version," word up) (G.D., Party Arty
the toast, when you see it, you better draw yours Warlords, callin The Giant, it's all yours [A.G.] Went from welfare to Bel Air, and hell yeah, I hold heat With a
I'm tossin em clips [A.G.] I roll with puff lye niggas, do or die niggas Triple homicide niggas, y'all still my niggas Son, it's A.G., hip hop legend
back to the lab (to the lab)... Don't touch this, ah ah... Out of bounds in here With my nigga A.G. in here G.D., we get dirty
verbals sharp like harpoons Plus the Don hard to see like weed smoke in dark rooms [interlude] My nigga A, where you at, this is "Dirty Version" G.D.
[A.G.] Yeah yeah, the dirty niggaz again ... Check me out yo I push the half-dozen light green, can't front The drop 6 is quite mean, don't front Shorty
Pack a shorty at the bar then leave with it Spit a verse, pass the mic.. [Verse Three: A.G.] .. and let me hit it! It's A.G., still breathin, still
'em Then vibe 'em with Diamond since the "Soul Clap" explosion It's that versatile wild nigga A.G. I'm hot Wanna get the drive on A.G. I don't see how
where them hoes at?) Fat bitches wanna fuck with A (what?) Dime bitches wanna fuck with A (what?) Crime bitches wanna fuck with A (what?) Y'all bitches wanna fuck with A
[INTRO: Fat Joe] Yeah, yeah Gettin dirty, y'all A.G. Party Arty D Flow Joe the don Terror Squad Yeah What's fuckin with that? [VERSE 1: A.G.] I hit
This is a DJ Whoo production In conjunction with Doggystyle Records and 213 [Verse 1: Warren G] I need a ride or die groupie that can get dirty in Gucci
[feat. Murs & Ariano] [Chorus: x2] She's my Roller coaster so I hold her tight She says, "Take a ride" So I Hop inside [Verse 1: Murs] She said she
Tha Fast Times Can't Explain, Just What Attracts Me To This Dirty Game I Reminisce On Tha Past Crimes Gold Chains, Some Extra Change, And Tha Street Fame [Verse 1:] A
I can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight It's on me, but if I die bury me a motherfuckin G A open casket on them bastards so they all
cuss when I must They gave me a charge for sales For selling the tales... of young black males Yes nigga, N-I-G-G-A niggaz Ay nigga you can't handle
G you better flee Cause I'm gifted with a jab and a forty-four Mag So nigga flip or take a trip in a body bag Uhh, boom you slipped up, now you're zipped
