.G.'s album continued: OK after these messages we'll be back with the Mad Rapper and his brother the Mad Producer, after this *applause* OK just sit back
that?) Said I got, I got, I got, I got your back boy (Yeah, you got my back, right?) I got, I got, I got, I got your back boy (I know you got my back,
your Neck(neck), shoulders, back (back, back, back) Baby I'ma touch on all that Once I pull in the garage (Once pull in the garage) Once I hop up out the car
I once knew this brother Who I thought was cool with me Chilled out together Even went to school with me Fly nigga, my ace boon coon We used to low ride
, representin' the tattooed tears Other brothas locked up with no choice, left in the bowels of devil With no voice, my phones are tapped, my crib is bugged My car
the money, you get the power" "Then when you get the power, Then you get the woman" [Ice-T] The problem is you broke, You ain't got no car or job You
Taking my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight So many hos on my jock, think I'm a movie star Nineteen, I got a fifty thousand dollar car Go to
, it might cause a blackout Dead end, there's no chance to back out Hit the tripwire, duck from the gunfire Broken glass, screech'n car tires, bodies
goin' wild, pop a bottle Yeah, okay, bring that shit to papa I heard you talk 'bout other niggas, them other niggas no matter The tag team back, bitch
play the game how it go I ain't in the game still Imma problem on the low Whip them thangs well just know I know who got it for the low Triple O.G. so
play the game how it go I ain't in the game still imma problem on the low Whip them thangs well just know I know who got it for the low Triple O.G. so
' out of shit, all my papers legit Well do you mind if I look around the car a little bit? Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back
strip and seein vision and precision lookin like a straight star With the buttons undone, showin off her lace bra My partner in the back, 'til the smoke hop in they car
through I drove into Seattle rain, fell in love then missed the train That could have took me right back home to you I've been high, I've been low I
' the trap cold turkey, sike The pack in and I'm workin' Drought season in, charged ya ass a whole thirty But right now you can get it for a low number
ring back Get your car and your diamond ring back Look how many songs you've sang for the girl And she can't book studio time and sing back, leave her Get your old ting back
to me I wanna drive my car I wanna drive my car I wanna drive my car I wanna drive my car
i dont want to be a stalker b a stalker but i gotta b. dippin in the city inna nothin but my car,with my girls up in the back trying to find where you