G-Joint - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | G-Joint - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Styles P |
| Album | Time Is Money |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Downes, Marcelino, Styles ... | |
| Yo, I rock the **** out | |
| I don't know 'bout everyone else | |
| Whatever we don't make, we gonna take, mother****er | |
| Get this straight and fix your face | |
| I ain't gotta sell millions, | |
| I'm in the buildings | |
| With poppy comin' through with them bricks by eight | |
| Listen cocksucker and clown, | |
| I'll be leaving you cut | |
| You're like a dutch hound, bustin' ya down | |
| Niggaz driving in a circle wit your hoe in the back | |
| Be the only damn way | |
| I'll be ****in' around | |
| And I'm aiming for yo waist, hopin' you duck | |
| So I can bust you in the head when | |
| I'm buckin' tha pound | |
| And I told you that | |
| I'm holiday | |
| Styles, let's celebrate | |
| Heard you gettin' money, | |
| I'll rob you right now | |
| And you gon' get popped in the head, true story | |
| Crips do they thing in blue gloves, pop off some | |
| RedMe, I'm on the move only stopping for bread | |
| Double R and | |
| D-Block nigga, copper and lead | |
| Whaddup?Stay in the zone | |
| I don't know why the **** you amped, yo | |
| Got hoodrat bitches carryin' birds on the public transpo | |
| Niggaz in the hood that go out like | |
| RamboThey hot since 138th had that [unverified] | |
| Young Buck, dumb **** | |
| Two Gunz up, ride or die 'til the sun's up | |
| Gangsta and a gentleman, dawg | |
| I got class, | |
| I'ma send a bunch a roses to your men in tha morgue | |
| I'll be down south bendin' a whore, pretendin' | |
| I'm onThirty on eighty-five like | |
| Jay Barnes, | |
| Sean PaulBeef wit | |
| New York rappers, | |
| I'm killin' 'em all | |
| On my Slick | |
| Rick shit, y'all could lick the balls | |
| I been cool 'coz niggaz is asthma | |
| **** that, might as well call me pool 'coz | |
| I'm gettin' splashed | |
| And that Lamborghini liftin' the stash | |
| Even gettin' the mass while some haze be mixed wit the hash | |
| Whaddup?Pass that blunt, nigga | |
| I'm in the hood where the eggs get knocked off | |
| Gang members find they family members with both of they legs chopped off | |
| Niggaz ain't scrappin, they bangin' ya | |
| The judge don't need a tree branch when they hangin' ya | |
| All y'all fags'll get ate like clams | |
| This is a blood sport bitch, you could call me | |
| J Van DamAll these so called ' | |
| Guerrillas' be tellin' | |
| I'ma rag on these | |
| Thoughts of a | |
| Predicate | |
| Felon, mother****er | |
| Homie, what you want, the blade or the slug? | |
| I'm the one that send the order when they sprayed up the club | |
| Bitch nigga, bow your head in the presence of | |
| G'sLoad the lead up and squeeze, | |
| I'm a Great | |
| Dane, niggaz is fleas | |
| ****in' rats can't wait to call cops' | |
| Til I make 'em sick and put pellets in they mouth like cough drops | |
| J-Hood bitch, my name rang in the ghetto' | |
| Coz I'm O. | |
| G. and I play the streetz like a cello |
| zuo qu : Downes, Marcelino, Styles ... | |
| Yo, I rock the out | |
| I don' t know ' bout everyone else | |
| Whatever we don' t make, we gonna take, mother er | |
| Get this straight and fix your face | |
| I ain' t gotta sell millions, | |
| I' m in the buildings | |
| With poppy comin' through with them bricks by eight | |
| Listen cocksucker and clown, | |
| I' ll be leaving you cut | |
| You' re like a dutch hound, bustin' ya down | |
| Niggaz driving in a circle wit your hoe in the back | |
| Be the only damn way | |
| I' ll be in' around | |
| And I' m aiming for yo waist, hopin' you duck | |
| So I can bust you in the head when | |
| I' m buckin' tha pound | |
| And I told you that | |
| I' m holiday | |
| Styles, let' s celebrate | |
| Heard you gettin' money, | |
| I' ll rob you right now | |
| And you gon' get popped in the head, true story | |
| Crips do they thing in blue gloves, pop off some | |
| RedMe, I' m on the move only stopping for bread | |
| Double R and | |
| DBlock nigga, copper and lead | |
| Whaddup? Stay in the zone | |
| I don' t know why the you amped, yo | |
| Got hoodrat bitches carryin' birds on the public transpo | |
| Niggaz in the hood that go out like | |
| RamboThey hot since 138th had that unverified | |
| Young Buck, dumb | |
| Two Gunz up, ride or die ' til the sun' s up | |
| Gangsta and a gentleman, dawg | |
| I got class, | |
| I' ma send a bunch a roses to your men in tha morgue | |
| I' ll be down south bendin' a whore, pretendin' | |
| I' m onThirty on eightyfive like | |
| Jay Barnes, | |
| Sean PaulBeef wit | |
| New York rappers, | |
| I' m killin' ' em all | |
| On my Slick | |
| Rick shit, y' all could lick the balls | |
| I been cool ' coz niggaz is asthma | |
| that, might as well call me pool ' coz | |
| I' m gettin' splashed | |
| And that Lamborghini liftin' the stash | |
| Even gettin' the mass while some haze be mixed wit the hash | |
| Whaddup? Pass that blunt, nigga | |
| I' m in the hood where the eggs get knocked off | |
| Gang members find they family members with both of they legs chopped off | |
| Niggaz ain' t scrappin, they bangin' ya | |
| The judge don' t need a tree branch when they hangin' ya | |
| All y' all fags' ll get ate like clams | |
| This is a blood sport bitch, you could call me | |
| J Van DamAll these so called ' | |
| Guerrillas' be tellin' | |
| I' ma rag on these | |
| Thoughts of a | |
| Predicate | |
| Felon, mother er | |
| Homie, what you want, the blade or the slug? | |
| I' m the one that send the order when they sprayed up the club | |
| Bitch nigga, bow your head in the presence of | |
| G' sLoad the lead up and squeeze, | |
| I' m a Great | |
| Dane, niggaz is fleas | |
| in' rats can' t wait to call cops' | |
| Til I make ' em sick and put pellets in they mouth like cough drops | |
| JHood bitch, my name rang in the ghetto' | |
| Coz I' m O. | |
| G. and I play the streetz like a cello |
| zuò qǔ : Downes, Marcelino, Styles ... | |
| Yo, I rock the out | |
| I don' t know ' bout everyone else | |
| Whatever we don' t make, we gonna take, mother er | |
| Get this straight and fix your face | |
| I ain' t gotta sell millions, | |
| I' m in the buildings | |
| With poppy comin' through with them bricks by eight | |
| Listen cocksucker and clown, | |
| I' ll be leaving you cut | |
| You' re like a dutch hound, bustin' ya down | |
| Niggaz driving in a circle wit your hoe in the back | |
| Be the only damn way | |
| I' ll be in' around | |
| And I' m aiming for yo waist, hopin' you duck | |
| So I can bust you in the head when | |
| I' m buckin' tha pound | |
| And I told you that | |
| I' m holiday | |
| Styles, let' s celebrate | |
| Heard you gettin' money, | |
| I' ll rob you right now | |
| And you gon' get popped in the head, true story | |
| Crips do they thing in blue gloves, pop off some | |
| RedMe, I' m on the move only stopping for bread | |
| Double R and | |
| DBlock nigga, copper and lead | |
| Whaddup? Stay in the zone | |
| I don' t know why the you amped, yo | |
| Got hoodrat bitches carryin' birds on the public transpo | |
| Niggaz in the hood that go out like | |
| RamboThey hot since 138th had that unverified | |
| Young Buck, dumb | |
| Two Gunz up, ride or die ' til the sun' s up | |
| Gangsta and a gentleman, dawg | |
| I got class, | |
| I' ma send a bunch a roses to your men in tha morgue | |
| I' ll be down south bendin' a whore, pretendin' | |
| I' m onThirty on eightyfive like | |
| Jay Barnes, | |
| Sean PaulBeef wit | |
| New York rappers, | |
| I' m killin' ' em all | |
| On my Slick | |
| Rick shit, y' all could lick the balls | |
| I been cool ' coz niggaz is asthma | |
| that, might as well call me pool ' coz | |
| I' m gettin' splashed | |
| And that Lamborghini liftin' the stash | |
| Even gettin' the mass while some haze be mixed wit the hash | |
| Whaddup? Pass that blunt, nigga | |
| I' m in the hood where the eggs get knocked off | |
| Gang members find they family members with both of they legs chopped off | |
| Niggaz ain' t scrappin, they bangin' ya | |
| The judge don' t need a tree branch when they hangin' ya | |
| All y' all fags' ll get ate like clams | |
| This is a blood sport bitch, you could call me | |
| J Van DamAll these so called ' | |
| Guerrillas' be tellin' | |
| I' ma rag on these | |
| Thoughts of a | |
| Predicate | |
| Felon, mother er | |
| Homie, what you want, the blade or the slug? | |
| I' m the one that send the order when they sprayed up the club | |
| Bitch nigga, bow your head in the presence of | |
| G' sLoad the lead up and squeeze, | |
| I' m a Great | |
| Dane, niggaz is fleas | |
| in' rats can' t wait to call cops' | |
| Til I make ' em sick and put pellets in they mouth like cough drops | |
| JHood bitch, my name rang in the ghetto' | |
| Coz I' m O. | |
| G. and I play the streetz like a cello |
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