, the cards are dealt You won't be calling trumps no more Everyone's getting decent And that's what I regret Don't want no mass production Don't want no mass
Translation: Critical Mass. G Funk Intro.
Translation: G.B.H.. Mass Production.
the cards are dealt, you won't be calling trumps no more. Everone's getting decent, and that's what I regret. Don't want no mass production, don't want no mass
c'mon now! Show me your soul! c'mon now! Lenny Kravitz, Pharrell, they call me Diddy! We wanna see the masses shaking out there It's getting sexy in here
came Snoop Skinny little nigga not scared to shoot Dogg Pound gangstas Kurrupt and Daz Sure have the whole Death Row unblast Kane Tea muthafucka Warren G
{Yo yo Ice whats poppin' G I'm just coolin' out Shinning Mac, I was listening to your demo tapes Yo man you sound kinda hyped man, yo' gonna blow up this
New) Just like my Proda boots, struttin like a model do Don't you wish you had another(Chance to) Get up under my skin, frontin' like you g-g-g-get it
I spell evil backwards, I gotta live If money's the root to evil then fuck it, I'm an evil bastard You know that diesel acid when it reach the masses
ya do whateva like he say Then flip again, in the Land, got tha upperhand cause I got tha gripping good delay If you niggaz can dash, wit' tha lethal mass
know get two Besides a nigga who snitch to skip a life bid, be one in your crew I don't respect killers, I respect O.G. knowledge Codes of the streets
I been cool 'coz niggaz is asthma Fuck that, might as well call me pool 'coz I'm gettin' splashed And that Lamborghini liftin' the stash Even gettin' the mass
issues You know New York is dying after all the shit we been through And we done lost B.I.G., we done lost Pun Homey, you can't live, gotta go and get them g
Just copped a GT, album bout to drop I'm bout to rap my shit They go see me way upstate Sheek Louch: After Taxes G-Unot on the plate (G-UNOT!) The crack
the white Benz, same color Mike skin, Make ya soul spin when the ping load in, Au revoir, goodbye, now applaud [Verse 4 - Lil' Chuckee] Young money lil' G
the mass Her face is on the paper not the strangers that i pass The ones that looking back to see if they are looking back at me Daddy G Are you predator
Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down But you ain't got to worry 'cause we run this town A n**** run up on me will get his a** g****** down
It's only right that I address this Gotta be in it to win it I never come lame, type killin' in the game, music I never kissed that ass of the masses