Bring Back That G Shit

Lyrics

Ride, ride
 Rough, ride on, ride on
 Roll on, roll on
 What!, what!, what!
 Ride on, ride on, roll on
 Nigga what!, w-w-what!, what!, w-w-what!
 Ride on
 This is the game you wanna spit to a nigga
 Let a nigga know it's all right, cascades
 And G'z stompin' on niggas like parades
 Escapades and charades played
 When the stampede stopped
 And it continuously Young Gotti
 Seen so many bodies
 Drop fours hop classics and drastic measures
 Principle's a pleasure and penal endeavours
 Whatever the case, whatever case, it's caught on a
 chase
 When a chase, it began in the facial of race
 Me and Fred, he make beats, I make rhymes
 And Snoop, he controls and calculates
 In pervious moves, the Pound Pentagon
 Wit a pistols, I holla where the gangstas' at
 Daz poppin' his coller, nigga sweet and sour
 Pop Chucks and collers, rolllin' through the streets
 in my '84 Impala
 Holla, holla, if you wanna
 We gon' run it from the co'na, it's the killa Califo'nia
 Ya see, I do it to ya
 'Cause I know it screw ya, ya try up do us
 But you can't 'cause you lovin' this beat
 Uh, uh... we dump, dump to make you pump, pump
 We comin' wit the heat to make ya trunk bump
 Freddy said he had a whole a gritty down to go
 steady
 And stick up Eddie for his fedy and bring it all back
 to daddy
 I want bread, cheese now put it on the patty
 Knick Knack style, kick back and flip files
 In the verge, on now listen now honey child
 Bow Wow, do ya now, how ya like it doggystyle?
 Smile and grinnin', sippin' on some gin'n
 Roll wit a cap and ya all strapped in
 Once ya back in, it's straight mackin'
 I keep it crackin'
 This is how we all get down
 Bring back that "G" shit fo' me!
 I know I slept you, kept ya, fin'na fetch ya
 Snatch ya back too, slapped you and rapped too
 The vacuum sat 'chu and rat packed you, act two
 Now what must i do, to get you back
 To the way is used to see, D-P-G-C'ology
 I'm not talkin' 'bout chemistry or biology
 This "G"'ology, you feelin' me
 Niggas be killin' me and willin' me
 Silly he, thinkin' y'all gon' smash on me
 Blast on me, the audacity
 I'll take ya back to the ol' skool and let ya cut class
 wit me
 Get some ass wit me
 Then get us somethin' to drink and let you sip out
 the same glass as me
 And now you a killa
 And it was all over weed and a tall can of milla, illa
 Kill a nigga like a flea
 Bigg Snoopy D-O double gizzle
 Way off tha hizzle my nizzle
 I hit niggas and bitches if you fuck wit my mental
 'Cause I'm a killa and stick release ya pop like a
 pimple
 If you don't got my money I suggest you run
 'Cause the Gold Loc, he do you like a 20 or done
 Ain't no fun the way I play, nigga I plays fo' keeps
 No details you've just been sweeped to sweep
 Locations, directions, not even a trace
 Bitch I doubt it, if ya body get found like waste
 In the alley, killa Cali, this Eastsidaz Crips
 Never slip, set trip, and smoke chronic dip
 Cuz!
 Snoop Doggy Dogg has to give it to ya
 Fredwreck got the reefers bumpin' through ya
 Goldie Loc can put the G and the C
 Wit Kurupt Young Gotti from the D-P-G
 Bitch
 Hey!

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Duration
04:30
Key
2
Tempo
93 BPM

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