Sparkin a fat dub with my homiez DW, Shane Z, Jamie motha fuckin Charles,Josh AKA popcorn playa, Jerrad aka Smokie da bear And my nigga Big Z.
crackin the 40 oz. and gettin hammered, 12's In the back pumpin B.C. Metaforezt.
goin back to chilliwack to chill with my OG's and rollin them 1/2 oz. Bluntz
Sippin on some 151 at the lake on a hot ass day, then crackin a bud and get drunk
with my homiez. Headin up to Promton to chill in the lounge with some ladiez and
smoke some Shisha with smokie da bear.
those were the old days and i miss em like no tommorow
All Game Fuck 50 Cent G G G G-UNOT
REAL SHIT
Grad Cruise 07 <vanessa back cat and of a limo me phat in the>
Finally The Sun Went Down In The Hood And I Was Budded
Dice Games And Fat Sacks of Indo
Service With High Times And Made It
Rainy Days Blew Me Away, So I Drank The 4 Everyday
Matter Fact It Was A Murder Present
One-Eight-Six Point Duece That Was Ridin Wit One-Eighty-Seven
(40 Ounces And Chronic Dice)
Yeah, I Stay High Muthafucka
Aww Yea, lets take a trip
just sit back and light a spliff with this and dont slip
on a funky dope track jump back
strapped with the fat buddha sac and a '78 lac
oh clean gangsta lean I got green
bud I serve dubs like it aint no thang
i hang with OG playas dont set trip
or you might get what we call a rat pack
i dont slack when it come to streets
i get real g funk to a gangsta beat
its so sweet when you got money to spend
i got a proper big tilt 'n' a fly big benz
i make ends spend my dough
oh no fo
thats how it is
and thats how it go
act like you know
when i creep real slow
givin love to the playas that i know is real
Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begin
Before my mother starts bitchin bout my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young niggaz at the pad throwin up gang signs
Ran in the house and grabbed my clip
With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin
Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
I got front back and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this
You can catch five, or catch me in the CL-5
Whatever way dog, the Game get live
Keepin it gangsta in a P.D. fitted velour
Late night I'm in Dublin's and I got myself a four
The hood love me, hoodrats gotta hug me
Pop ex, spark the buba, the shit get ugly
Rock the mic anywhere, and I ain't talkin 'bout a concert dog
Talkin 'bout ten niggaz in converts dog
Get it crackin like we out in the yard, and the warden's watchin
Only difference is the whores is watchin
Still love to see a nigga, roll up on 20's
Hop in that six-four, roll up on Bentley's like
I'm a gangsta bay-bee from the C-P-T
Run with the +Pound+ like I'm from DPG
If it's beef, you C-Murder like it ain't No Limit
And I represent the P like Russell Simmons
I'm a neighborhood superstar, get it, right
Got it? Good, okay
It's the Black Sox and Get Low we get dough
In the Yay they pimp hoes, in Compton we six-fo'
My Homeboys Smokie And T-Knucklez, I got mad respect for you
