.S.A. All my niggas, my bitches, My muthafuckin' primos, my nephews, And all my muthafuckin' raza, You already know, we the Lone Star Riders, Low-G, Happy
just pop that p And watch freak nasty throw the d, yeah Ain't nuthin' like a 2 live party When them ho's freak everybody Them other girls just ball me
Street Take ya fucking homey, where my girl be? The only fucking way you can excite me Is Mary Jane [Chorus] [Warren G] I done sinned, sipped on gin with other
, I don't want your nappy Hoochie coochie mamma, your lifestyle's drama, slick fine ass anaconda But I ain't trippin', I'm thinkin' about dippin' in my new girl low-low
Verse One: Ever since you was a pee-wee, down by my knee with a wee-wee We been coochie-coo all through school, you and me G Back in the days we played
hand and understand, if you could see I never planned to be a man it just wasn't me But now I'm searchin for commitment, in other arms I wanna shelter
a million dollars outta quarter ounce. And gettin' lost on the five-o, fuck them hos. Got a 45 screamin' about survival. Hey nigga can I lay low, cook
ask for pictures Thinkin Cali just fun and bitches, hahaha Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's All them other niggaz copycats, these is G's
do without your asshole Let no man break, what we set Where do we go from here? Rest in peace, to Cato, I miss you All the other real G's that passed
this figure of speech Supposed to sway those who seek such wisdom, wildly workin towards a woman Therefore she's drawn, to the other man's intentions of a G
the government Tell that C. Delores Tucker slut to suck a dick Motherfuck ducked, what the fuck? son of a bitch Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other
Call It Puppy Love Curtis & Tisha in the tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G She was pregnant by me once glad she didn't have it Cause I be paying child support now god
and villas Overseas and what was me, I found out other MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon
go, every nigga pimpin know You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street Put my other
ya We all screamin loud cause we bout it I'm stunntin throught my hood Get your pussy ass crowded Bitch I'm from that route Strictley bout that g'z Knockin
it Slide through, ride through, technicolor my technique spit heat like no other I'm low key, high signed yet discovered Lone wolf, sho' nuff, like no other
