This Is The Shack (feat. The Dove Shack)

Mr. President, hey, this is the G Child

Spacekateers, I'm back, baby, yes, I'm back

And Mr. President you're not chillin in the house, baby

You're not chillin in the house

Ya know why? Huh? Huh? Should I tell ya?

You know why? Yeah, 'cause ya ya ya ya ya chillin in the shack, beeyatch

This is the shack, this is how we act

Caps I peel, packs my steel

This is the shack, this is how we act

Caps I peel, packs my steel

It's ya motherfuckin third letter of your alphabet

Put Knight at the individ'

It's a **** you can't get with

Funky styles, I be showing ****

I be blowin **** straight out they socks, because

The Dove shack is comin more twisted than dreadlocks

Now plot on the shack if you want to

But if you get caught slipping we will be dipping

Down your block

Just to street sweep your spot, ****

But you can still follow along, grab ahold of my nut sack

Because I've got the doja

Oh, I haven't told ya much love to my **** Warren

He's a G, hook me, now I'm gettin funky

I'm chillin' with my feet up on the table in the shack

With my revolver, problem solver

Waitin' for a **** to fuck with this

So I can let his ass know who he is

This is the shack, this is how we act

Caps I peel, packs my steel

This is the shack, this is how we act

Caps I peel, packs my steel

It's the **** 2Scoops, the Long Beach Eastsider

**** start to duck when I come 'cause I'm a rider

So I suggest you get the 411 on the shack

We peelin' caps to the front, then we peel 'em back

Approachin' the wrong way, with no delay I blast ya

Draw for the gat but the Scoop is much faster

You can miss me with that, step in my path

I let the AK ripper cut that ass in half

I dwells, I bells, in the LBC

The real menace to society packin' a variety

A flow, but watch the one I used to abuse this track

We in front of that ass and you still can't see the shack

So pack up your gear and run and hide

And pass the dutchie to the left hand side

We comin' like that, it ain't no love for no rat

I guess that's how we act when we chillin' in the shack

This is the shack, this is how we act

Caps I peel, packs my steel

This is the shack, this is how we act

Caps I peel, packs my steel

As you enter into the zone called the G Funk (Now relax)

Here to lie at war where the west won (Dove Shack)

Kicks it is to know 'em rip it with be torn

Dip it as we flip it

Wicked with the Warren G child

See styles, meanwhile freestyles have been rendered

I see the door of your mind, may I enter?

I knock and I promise I won't hurt you

The definition of G Funk is just something to like swerve

To something to smoke herb

To sunk we and we serve

Get with the dope mint take a token, peep the locness

Lessons will be taught before lost in the shuffle

Flexing all the muscle, livin large as fuckin' Russell

I'm Simmons, I'm Robin, like givin

I know you love this all freestyle

Out this world, make you head twirl

Hear the less, now play squirrel as you earl on the track

Who am I? Bo-Roc from the Dove Shack

This is the shack, this is how we act

Caps I peel, packs my steel

This is the shack, this is how we act

Caps I peel, packs my steel