G's Iz G's (feat. Kurupt)

歌詞

[tash] (who we got? ) We got catash and kuruption What the fuck is yo' function? We got catash and kurupt 'bout to fuck shit up I'm sippin' nuttin' but the best; what you got in yo' cup? [kurupt] Hennessey [verse one--tash] Yeah, yeah, that make me tweak on beats Tash be kickin' so much ass I rock cleats on concrete So get the pictuah My rap style'll hit ya 'til ya move back This ain't the kind of shit that help stella get her groove back It's on co' uncle Raps that keeps me flossin' While yo' album on the shelf gettin' dusty at the slausson Swap Pop that glock Clock that knot It's thin line between love and hate It's thin line between compton 'n' watts What you got? Yo' motherfuckers is nerds Yo, kurupt, tell these niggas what the fuck you heard! [kurupt] (check it out) I heard it saggin' in bandanas Shit to spit the leaves Split like bananas Poetical scanners Make the crowd go banana' Furious, luxurious, an' glamorous Bitches and cameras Experts' Impenetrability exerts Burst a verse And since nuttin' but trouble incense jerks (back in the day) Silently clashin' Clash is Throwin' towels in like passes All I want to know is where the ass is If you got yo' pistol let it sizzle an' whistle I'm agile; you fragile-- Glass and crystal I'm priceless--the nicest Yeah, that's right Nice enough to bring the snub and bust on sight [chorus] [tash] We got catash and kurupt 'bout to fuck it up I'm sippin' nuttin' but the best; what you got in yo' cup? [kurupt] Hennessey, nigga Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah indeed [tash] You know I got the malibu [kurupt] I got the orange weed [tash] We got catash and kurupt 'bout to fuck it up I'm sippin' nuttin' but the best; what you got in yo' cup? [kurupt] O.e., homey, yeah Oh, yeah, indeed [tash] You know I got the hennessey [kurupt] I got the orange weed, nigga [both] 'cause bustas is bustas, an' g's iz g's But ain't nobody fuckin' 'round wit' mcs like these [verse two--tash] Somebody buck this nigga' keys; this lil' punk must be drunk I let that nigga hit my weed, he walked away wit' my blunt And that's a no-no, loco So it's one way to settle this: You gots to box a round wit' the ghetto-est gold medalist Tash got a rough rambunction in the function Yo, this shit ain't even fear It's kinda like we punchin' munchkins So let that nigga slide He too wide-eyed to hide it Tash'll slap his ass so hard, I'll leave his afro lopsided You got it? Good Tell your boyz 'n' the hood My style's a work of art--it's like I carved it from wood I'm often misunderstood, 'cause my style is freaky-deaky I could say some simple shit and lose your stupid ass completely So meet me on the block when you come to the west Bangin' styles that'll wash you up quicker than zest Layin' rap styles to rest if yo' shit ain't tight (nighty-night) Yo, catash, tell these niggas who they got tonight! [chorus] Rum 'n' coke... Gin 'n' juice... [kurupt] Olde english 800 Yeah, that's my brand Drink it in a cold 40 ounce or a can Only if gangstas come, I'll mash Quickly be on ritzy, 'cause he down to blast If you got it, I'm 'a get it Ya heard me, homey? I'm o.g. I swerve and dip slowly, homey Easily I approach This bustah-ass nigga fi'n' to blaze this roach Pull out my pistol and put it to his chin It's already cocked, so, I'm like fuck it, then You's a bitch, and that's all you'll be An' I don't give a fuck to let a nigga hear it from me You got calibers, I got cali-co. You got teflon, I got napalm I come around from the side I'm gangstain' it up Pimpin' wit' pounds o' hash Wit' dis bad lil' mama wit' a gang o' ass [outro--kurupt] Yeah, niggas Kurupt young gotti (dpg) Tash, wha's crackin? [tash] You know... Same shit different toilet Put it down, my nigga from the west coast Kurupt: dogg pound gangsta But hold up, man While we in this muthafuckah, let me give a shout-out to my nigga king Tee The whole likwit crew (only bad bitches allowed) Oh, what? Only bad bitches? It's a gangsta party [kurupt] Alkaholik gathering, muthafuckah...punk [tash] Alkaholiks, dpg