on a mountain on Mars Got the money green cut it with the high roll clause A Lincoln Continental and a Gran Marquis Rag top, drop down, rollin' on
but never kissed it Do I have a girlfriend, she can be my mistress Pop the P, like it's just for me Bout three G's, hangin out of G-string V I don't see
away c2 g d g And that was that em em (note!) And in time, I could only believe in one thing c2 g d c2 The sky was just phosphourus stars hung on strings g
or yuh Nike Air Mi nuh really bizniz weh yuh waan wear Show mi yuh cellular mi nuh dat yuh bare Whether yuh G string or yuh skin bare Eat up yuh heart
makes ya bump So we gon funk this motherfucker right on up Well here's a toast to the boogie while I step on in So put your lighters in the air and let
something in the air Like some ass or some mota Now she wanna tattoo my name on her torta Hehehe, I'ma cold motherfucker Hook her to the left, bust a nut on
cats on me The {?} high rock, smokin blunts of green Miami hoes in the house, G-strings and thongs Chicago pimps get paid when the record's on Rough
1, 2, 3 Check this out, listen to me, listen Life is tricky I'm picky baby, but I just spotted you Doin' your thing, g-string, shoe string point of
fact I'm a real motherfuckin g-o-to the d Niggas know me for speakin on the reals Freakin in my wheels with the cops on my heels He drops when I peels
name muthafuck I'm gunnin' You can put it on skee if you want it I'll air you out on Drama King, Mike, or Clue And watch them shits sell out like a Air
motherfuck I'm gunnin' You can put it on skee if you want it I'll air you out on Drama King, Mike, or Clue And watch them shits sell out like a Air Jordon
The Game Speaking ------ From California Born in Seminole Hospital nigga, November 29, 1979 On some G shit My moms ain't scream or nothing And I ain't
ma 2 step red string in ma louis i dont no hw 2 dance so dnt step on ma louis bitches on da dancefloor bouncin like a porn star legs in the air like the doors on
Red strings on my louis I don't know how to dance so don't step on my louis Bitches on the dance floor bouncin' like a pornstar Legs in the air like the doors on
Janie at the strings like a spider, constantly in motion, cold and thin. Terrified to know what lay inside her, waiting for the music ...waiting for the music.... G
Candy colored G-strings Gon keep da big willies hard 38 double d's got em screamin good lord Money waivin everywhere Gun smoke in the air Hennesy and
are clapping Clapping on 2 & 4 When I spin up a shake It sounds like budget synthesizer strings Bums in the back alley playing percussion on the cans There's bums in the back alley playing percussion on