Livin' unforgiven with the mic on
East side
'Cause we can play hookie in the Aqua Boogie
Get the right bitch, hit the light switch
You sucker-for-love-ass trick
Deputy bitch thinks she's the Queen Bee
With concrete Nikes, ya gets no stripes
Her mama said, "Please don't call her"
Seen one of my peers, "What the fuck you doin' in here?"
Sir, what set you from? Play dumb
Hard to swallow, janky as Rollo
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
Count to ten and don't try to follow
You got to believe, somethin'
You lookin' for a punk with benefits
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
Bust a left on Western, go and get a room
What a friend know? Buy some indo
Goddamn I'm a motherfuckin' G
On my ass, I got the um, um, khakis, 501's
You know, with the fat three creases
Reach for the small, Atomic Dog
Concrete bench kickin' off the hemorrhoids
Make me a pillow out of toilet paper
Two-eleven, sorry rReverend
On my back I got the uh, sweatshirt
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
I'll leave that ass in a coma
G, G, G, motherfuckin' G
Phone check, collect call from the baller
North side
ATF to they death
Don't want to be a felon like Stacey Koon
Uh, got the afro, the braids
Goddamn I'm a
And who the fuck are you?
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
So don't run up, wit' ya gun up
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
Do-Wah-Diddy, far from New Jack City
Hooker hoe, really doe
Um and I got the K-cutter in my in my pocket
And they treat me like I just shot a Kennedy
Ink on my thumb, index and pinky
Oh my God, gettin' robbed
West Side Lench Mob
And like Smith told Wesson
'Cause you got a baby, that take many shits
Got the shit sewed up like Betsy Ross
Welcome to the terror dome
Scopin', hopin', thighs open
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
Never fuck with a silly hoe, really doe
South side
Out like a boss with a half-pint of sauce
General population
Really doe, bitch
'Cause just like Waco, I can take fo'
Ese's deep, don't fuck with dem boys
Motherfuckin' O, motherfuckin' G
To G or not to G is the question
Steppin' up in my motherfuckin', uh
And that's all the shit I'm startin' bust a cap
Chuck Taylors, Knick kickers, Wallabee's, Cossacks
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin'
'Cause I got the back breaker, double pump, rump shaker
Yup, that's right
And I just ask my motherfuckin' self, uh
Goddamn I'm a motherfuckin' G
Uh, my T-shirt, Slingshot, uh, khaki shirt
Knock you out like NyQuil, I'll kill you quick
Like Jerome. M. Martin
And you know I got a grip like a baby on a tit
Ice Cube, yup
Really doe, west side
I'm shady with the 380 old school diploma
Thirty in a holdin' tank, catch the vapors
But I kick back, six-pack and hit the Phillie slow
Here we go, tap that ass like this, really doe
And punks runnin' like 'roaches with the light on
So, if you got a herringbone
Motherfuckin' uh, rollers
He said, "One-eighty-seven on the enemy"
Mama, put your house up and I can bounce up
Out this motherfucker, that's why I love ya
