Bring Back That G S%!t

Ride, ride

Rough, ride on, ride on

Roll on, roll on

What!, what!, what!

Ride on, ride on, roll on

Nigga what!, w-w-what!, what!, w-w-what!

Ride on

This is the game you wanna spit to a nigga

Let a nigga know it's all right, cascades

And G'z stompin' on niggas like parades

Escapades and charades played

When the stampede stopped

And it continuously Young Gotti

Seen so many bodies

Drop fours hop classics and drastic measures

Principle's a pleasure and penal endeavours

Whatever the case, whatever case, it's caught on a chase

When a chase, it began in the facial of race

Me and Fred, he make beats, I make rhymes

And Snoop, he controls and calculates

In pervious moves, the Pound Pentagon

Wit a pistols, I holla where the gangstas' at

Daz poppin' his coller, nigga sweet and sour

Pop Chucks and collers, rolllin' through the streets in my '84 Impala

Holla, holla, if you wanna

We gon' run it from the co'na, it's the killa Califo'nia

Ya see, I do it to ya

'Cause I know it screw ya, ya try up do us

But you can't 'cause you lovin' this beat

Uh, uh... we dump, dump to make you pump, pump

We comin' wit the heat to make ya trunk bump

Freddy said he had a whole a gritty down to go steady

And stick up Eddie for his fedy and bring it all back to daddy

I want bread, cheese now put it on the patty

Knick Knack style, kick back and flip files

In the verge, on now listen now honey child

Bow Wow, do ya now, how ya like it doggystyle?

Smile and grinnin', sippin' on some gin'n

Roll wit a cap and ya all strapped in

Once ya back in, it's straight mackin'

I keep it crackin'

This is how we all get down

Bring back that "G" shit fo' me!

I know I slept you, kept ya, fin'na fetch ya

Snatch ya back too, slapped you and rapped too

The vacuum sat 'chu and rat packed you, act two

Now what must i do, to get you back

To the way is used to see, D-P-G-C'ology

I'm not talkin' 'bout chemistry or biology

This "G"'ology, you feelin' me

Niggas be killin' me and willin' me

Silly he, thinkin' y'all gon' smash on me

Blast on me, the audacity

I'll take ya back to the ol' skool and let ya cut class wit me

Get some ass wit me

Then get us somethin' to drink and let you sip out the same glass as me

And now you a killa

And it was all over weed and a tall can of milla, illa

Kill a nigga like a flea

Bigg Snoopy D-O double gizzle

Way off tha hizzle my nizzle

I hit niggas and bitches if you fuck wit my mental

'Cause I'm a killa and stick release ya pop like a pimple

If you don't got my money I suggest you run

'Cause the Gold Loc, he do you like a 20 or done

Ain't no fun the way I play, nigga I plays fo' keeps

No details you've just been sweeped to sweep

Locations, directions, not even a trace

Bitch I doubt it, if ya body get found like waste

In the alley, killa Cali, this Eastsidaz Crips

Never slip, set trip, and smoke chronic dip

Cuz!

Snoop Doggy Dogg has to give it to ya

Fredwreck got the reefers bumpin' through ya

Goldie Loc can put the G and the C

Wit Kurupt Young Gotti from the D-P-G

Bitch

Hey!