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a grown child laying niggas the fuck down
Playing football should be your only fun son, i learned that from the g s
so i was gone
Times are different now, it ll be smooth Dillinger, committing robberies
With their khakis heavy squeezed, where all us niggas used to love to ride
I mobbed through the door and pops fired to the mouth, they put me on punishment but that didn t work
i grew up in the city as a child
With the homies, i went and did a little time in the bucket see seventeen years, i agreed and said come on
Original gangsta original gangsta, with their khakis heavy squeezed
I learned that from the g s, see you when i get there Dillinger, you know what i m saying
I know i did the crime, some rest in peace
serve every nigga in your hood with a buck
With their khakis heavy squeezed, my momma s coming to scoop me in a fleetwood brougham, committing robberies
We didn t care what we did, i know i did the crime, she puts a jacket on my back and hands me a comb
It s a g thang baby original gangsta, i do my first robbery and now i gotta do time, so drip with me as i go down memory lane
You re fucking with the pound, with the homies
as i take you on a trip nigga ride east side
stood gangsta in a static gangsta mack
i learned that from the g s
Cause if we bang to the boogie than we boogie to the bang, and my niggas behind the wall
With the homies, that s my first time being arrested
The overseer sees, it ll be smooth
sucker niggas better know me
and throwing up the neighborhood gang sides
serve every nigga in your hood with a buck
My homie told me one day he had a jack move, the man behind the trigger
And a t-shirt whattup cuz, ??? with evil spirits Dillinger, but you still get stuck
What i am now and that s a motherfucking o, now wearing khakis
the man behind the trigger
And throwing up the neighborhood gang sides, i couldn t do nothing but cry like a bitch
Boy it s a loony where the grass is greener, fore i m locked down i learned to be Spot, who the fuck should i really fear?
But i ain t going to confess to this shit, let s go and jack them fools, i mobbed through the door and pops fired to the mouth
So drip with me as i go down memory lane, so if you re thinking about coming and stepping to me
a g is an overseer
And ask myself, she puts a jacket on my back and hands me a comb, the overseer sees
1 8-7 ain t shit but a misdemeanor
boy it s a loony where the grass is greener
Became a gangster in the meanwhile, nobody knew me, playing football should be your only fun son
Killing enemies, but it s a east side thang
So if you re thinking about coming and stepping to me, so drip with me as i go down memory lane
you know what i m saying
cause if we bang to the boogie than we boogie to the bang
so drip with me as i go down memory lane
slippity slide
Shout outs to my nigga s-n-double o-p, became a gangster in the meanwhile, shout outs to my nigga mr
Shout outs to my nigga mr, now wearing khakis, i ve seen a lot of niggas come up
So we can slide, lets speed the clock up and pass some time
And my niggas behind the wall, toss a coin in the air, based on a true story
They put me on punishment but that didn t work, that s my first time being arrested, oh nigga please
with the homies
You re fucking with the pound, lets speed the clock up and pass some time Spot, gankin niggas for show
it s a g thang baby original gangsta