Testi:
Great G Seven

mobile *beeping* I'm great distance like AT&T I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee Yo I Fades Them All like my man Mally G Whip a nigga ass for

a novel, Donna Cappa gone Strivin my duns be dollars and coins Whether in New York or Compton Californs I come correct twenty two outfits and a mic check One derby, Cappachino the great

minus 8 and a quarter percent For taxes point seven damn cents Hence financial failure -- musical uplift The depression didn't result in draw of a spliff The production of the LP great by the hands of HT Well appreciated G

cake of me In the spare tire of a g-rides Cutlass And now he up state, I roll with these thug niggas Cause thug niggas push weight, and that's great If

[Cutlass] Crai-Crai-Craig G light up the mic Craig-Craig-Craig-Craig Craig G light up the mic Craig G light up the mic for The Symphony [Verse One: Craig G

, this commercial break's almost over OutKast, M.J.G., you're at Talib's table Fab, U.G.K., table seven, let's go, come on Yo, Beans, Toney said "Good

P, all ya soldiers on your feet On the brink with these crazy thugs we're not think Well fuck that, instincts survive Six seven, sixteen lives Bitch

(feat. Big Shug, Ed O.G., Krumbsnatcha) That's right, Boston Yeah, Boston niggas be rollin' dolo from state to stae It's nothing, we do this [Chorus

, so it's agreed To strap up, tie these shoes, provide the school A wild out, had to hide out, in China's house Then run free, down to 1G, and hungry