Lyrics

I walk on the concrete Where every enemy is trying to be a threat to me Who the fuck can I trust in the year 2004? I got my heater, I can't take it no mo' I got to attack like osama So call 911 tell them busters to bring the guns They can't fuck with me You know who I be Layin' in the cut, so fresh and so clean Smoking big fat blunts of some Mexico I never fuck with some stress Kill that mess and save it for them guppies No love to hoes, I don't care if you don't love me Or try to above the B-Double to the O-G-I-E I ignite smooth flows, ain't no stopping me When I make moves, I'm making history with my delivery Bitches be like "Boogie, give me some more lyrics" Cause I love the way you spit it I say it's just that g shit, in my genes I rap on them streets where the grass is green Affiliated with the best, so fuck yo life Boogie will take your wife, I ain't nothing nice It's that g shit in my bones Saying fuck that hoe, I'd rather blow some dro, g shit I know you like that g shit (uh) I know you feel that g shit (what) Kill that mess and save it for them guppies No love to hoes I don't care if you don't love me I know you like that g shit (uh) I know you feel that g shit (what) Kill that mess and save it for them guppies No love to hoes I don't care if you don't love me (uh-huh) En estas calles de concreto, donde yo me encuentro La cina droga de el profeta, en renacimiento Trayando quardas, te aviso no salgas Por donde cabalgas yo te espero bien armado Con mis dos escuadras Es mi sangre de azteca, orgullo guerrillero Lo que circula por mis venas y mi cuerpo entero Un buscado fatal, eres mi prisionero Le vale madre la vida, no importa si yo muero Tengo mujeres en todo ciudades y estados Vendiendo droga en carritos de raspados Destrozados, y de pistando a la peje-ere Voz burlando a gueyes no me importan que se apere [?] ilegal, azteca original Yo preparado, siempre listo tengo el a cenar Con dos tequilas pa entrar en calor Órale putos dan de huevos que llegó su temor ha ha I know you like that g shit (uh) I know you feel that g shit (what) Kill that mess and save it for them guppies No love to hoes I don't care if you don't love me (uh) I know you like that g shit (uh) I know you feel that g shit (what) Kill that mess and save it for them guppies No love to hoes I don't care if you don't love me (uh-huh) Bitches wanna act innocent and sweet Knowing damn well, that they like to freak, uh Quit acting, you know really want it Money hungry hoes, quick to jump up on it Bitches, get no play from me I ain't got time to get played like a dummy Shit ain't funny, I seen this bitch trying to plot and scheme She giving me the ass, she don't get shit from me That's how the games gonna be I got to get mines, stay on the grind Sport blue apparel, SD stilo Never run out of bud, cause I pack kilos Mobbing through hole and daytons be shining Foos hate on me cause I get the finest Up in the club, pocket full of dubs Looking for a slut, g shit I be living it up To the fullest, gats I pull it Leaving bustas clueless, when I do this Everywhere I go, they jockin' that g shit I bring it, so homie best believe me I got haters catching vapors Southern Cali gave me clout So now you muthafuckas know what I'm all about Weed, dubs and hoes And VIP, B-Double O-G-I-E I know you like that g shit (uh) I know you feel that g shit (what) Kill that mess and save it for them guppies No love to hoes I don't care if you don't love me (uh) I know you like that g shit (uh) I know you feel that g shit (what) Kill that mess and save it for them guppies No love to hoes I don't care if you don't love me (uh-huh)
Writer(s): Pharrell Williams, Jay Jenkins, Clifford Harris, Mitchelle Sium Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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