life I know I mean a (gangsta), all about his cash flow I mean a (gangsta), one that just won't quit A real (gangsta), talking bout (that all american gangsta) [E.S.G
the mags E.S.G., SES about that what [Hook] [E.S.G.:] We get paid off the ballers, lawyers the pimps the hoes The gangstas, bankers the corner liquor
[Hook x2] [E.S.G.:] When I'm in D-Town, we make the block bleed What's up Big B, what's up Greg Street Troy D, Dolby D, Billy B, G.T. Steve Nice, J
s muddy baby Southside What's up Pat, (know I'm saying) ha 2000 and 3 We still in here I see you Screw, peep this [E.S.G.] E.S.G. and P-A-T, doing it
Don't you hesitate, baby come on come on [E.S.G.] Come with a hustler ma, I turn two dollars to a mill Right now you riding, with E.S.G. and Ideal Last
me [Hook] [E.S.G.] The reason I say the world a hustle, er'body tryin to get rich The radio and T.V., better believe it's politics Better get all you
life is all that I got Two, glocks to pop when shit's hot Three, initials in my name E.S.G., Entrepreneur Spitting Game [E.S.G.] A new six, a new Lac
-E-Y fa sho [E.S.G.] This for my Master P's, P. Diddy's and Russell Simmon's All my Snoop's and Ice Cube's, that's Hollywood pimping All my independent
Cadillac, sipping smoking In my Cadillac, boppers watching In my Cadillac, rims nonstopping trunk keep knocking [E.S.G.] We in a Cadillac that's where
the supreme team with all the green yes That's me and E that's E and me, that's Slim Thee and that's E.S.G That's BHO and that's we, you could be blind
your money) You's a hustler, who be hustling on the corner (however you make your money) Texas Florida Georgia, Louisiana California [E.S.G.:] Some
mo' let's roll [Hook] [Kirby] Now he's gone-gone, (now he's gone) But I'ma hold on, (try to hold on) Oooh she's gone, (now she's gone) But I'ma stay
there's one thang, you cowards should know (you don't wanna test, a gangsta) [E.S.G.:] 1999, shine and grind at Wreckshop Still had workers, moving nine and all
they talking like they killas, but where they (straps at) This the Dirty South boy, what you know about that [E.S.G.] Out the Superbowl city dog, yep ya boy E.S.G
and the chrome (is what you get), paparazzi round your home (what you see), O.G. E.S.G. (is what you get), nothing but the truth for me [E.S.G.] And
a mixtape Pollution I smell that in the breeze But let's try not to get mad at the trees Tell 'em all not to get mad at the leaves Let's get mad
S. - Bullshit will get you left behind E.S. - East Side ride everytime P.S. - Real niggaz know they gotta grind [Outro:] Yeah, it's a kite goin' to all
