(feat. Carmen Sandiego) [E.S.G.] Yeah you got it, I'm a hogg underground S.E.S. we next up, fuck who use to run the town Saw you and your soldier around
Fordítás: ESG. Most Callin ".
roll with us look aht how she walk i like the way you talk girl now you no girl now she no now you no it now u knoe it (
When you hanging on my arm you expect the same And, extasy when you sex the Kain I, only link with the wealthiest And only cop jewels if it drop celcius Now, you can run but you
hand. (No) What you do when you got a master plan, but half don' ran. (No) Here's your chance to prove you love me. (No) It's on and stubby. So hot, it's
' 'bout you 'Cause you scary ass niggas Is bitches too So if you're wonderin' Why we are lookin' at you Funny if you thought You always tell a brother You
Down for whatever, whenever And now I'm hopin', you're seeing a true friend in me We were meant to be Dear homie, you used to call me O.G Now ya really
, what's my sport, you think long You think wrong, you got it goin' on, baby doll But I won't sing you no love song, you either love me Or you don't,
, let's all flip together 'Cause I'm prepared, kid, for rough weather And we gotta realize, the boys on the east side You call 'em S-A's, I call 'em allies
to my fans You see they wouldn't understand You can try but you'll never understand this Try an' try but you'll never understand this You can try but you
That's right, I'm a nigga, you know what I'm sayin'? My man Lord Finesse is my motherfuckin' nigga, you know? Evil E's my nigga, Islam's my nigga That's
,L.A's the big league From the rollin' 60's to the nickerson "G" Pueblos,grape street,this is what I see The jungle,the 30's,the V.N.G Life in L.A. ain
1's, 5's, 10's and 20's A 100 g's and I'm pullin honeys Left and right, day and night You gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight They're all
my money I keep You move on the Ice, and you're goin' to sleep So when you see me, walkin' down the street You say, "What's up Ice?" And I say, "Peace!" You
s - yeah baby Now you niggas hate me Blew up in the 80's You can't be me motherfucker, you're broke and you're soft You can't see me motherfucker your
ivy honor my oldest child,daddy gone be gone a while she broke down an cried, fanna sell a couple cars quick hundred g's,a couple diamond chains 200 g's
(?) riding on em like a Harley Look you call it getting married, I call it acting selfish my belt got G's on it like a Packers helmet And imma hit it if you
