the slammer It's the home of Sho and Hammer Boss ballas move to Atlanta Niggas stole our grammar That's my ropas, that's my nephew, That's my weeples
you do it to my music Funk Doctor Spock, lock the hypest Individual, to put criminal in diapers With my nigga E and Cypress, what I write bitch You
with some real O.G's Bitch please Bitch please, get down on your motherfuckin knees We came to get the motherfuckin G's Yeah, you fuckin' with some real O.G's
that there's so many L R P's Lone Range Pimpin', jumpin up on this track, man, you underdig? We spit these L R P's and we do this damn thing real tough
da-da-da-dahh It's the motherfuckin D-O-double-G (SNOOP DOGG!) La-da-da-da-dahh You know I'm mobbin with the D.R.E. (YEAH YEAH YEAH You know who's back
's up to me to retrack step back slide in my croker sacks put this gangsta shit back on the map Come on.Da da da da daaa! It's the return of the Shadiest
like a Chevy on stock rims Better throw some D's on that bitch and lay low 'Cause erasin' me off the strip loc It's like Ray J or Whitney, that shit's
a zone like a ziplock Stay G'ed up, out to get my green up. Blue Chevy, cap back and money like a brink truck. Yellin' to the (?) slangin' sticks like Sheila E Bad bitch
knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees Who you think brought you the oldies Eazy-E's Ice Cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's And a
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
(Hook) I'm in the air all I want is the money and I see it so clear, weed in my grinder, mine on a million taylor gang on the planes, you know we over
Giacanna G Rap, that live one - pay homage Get it fucked up, I spray comments, nigga what?! (Nigga what, it's the Curriculum!) [Canibus] Yo, e'rything is e
, its goin down. Nigga we representin H-Town. We'll lay ya down in this bitch. Dont talk shit, we'll spray ya down in the bitch (bitch) quick (quick).
G Never been a H.O.E. Sippin' codiene and smoking weed Rest in peace to my brother M.O.E. Disco Danny, we ridin' on 4's and the three hundred is candy
that Bun B is foreva trill [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Bun B (T-Pain)] (Ohh, do you swear to keep it gangsta?) Gangsta than a mothafucka, trill until I D I E Fuck these otha suckas (What's
C D E O G (Verse 2: Young Dro) Nuttin but a G baby Its ya boy Young Dro right here You know Ima G, Ey Look Pull up on the scene Bitch I'm cleaner than
L and life is still Double X Brick City where I bleed on the streets at The E's in M&M's, I need a relapse And bitches, grab my mic, give me feedback