Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm a G, artist - Yung Joc. Date of issue: 30.07.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I'm a G |
| Is that right? |
| Block |
| Hustlenomic$ |
| BNT ho! |
| A G is what a G does bay, my momma told me that |
| BNT ho! |
| Dro, Bun-B, Yung Joc… let’s go |
| I’m the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G) |
| And in my pocket there ain’t ever nothing less |
| And if your bitch fuck me she fucked the rest |
| You can catch me in the A |
| Check my DNA |
| What can I say? |
| I’m a G 100% all the way |
| The block on lock, jet like the chain gang |
| The hustlenomic$ piece back and forth when the chain swang |
| I’m blowin' grandaddy just so I can maintain |
| I’m a G and I’ll tell you bitch the same thing |
| Middle finger to you pussies, nigga no shame |
| '77 Chevelle, same color cocaine |
| And I a true balla and G playing in the deck |
| Out with the young nigga, get money and respect |
| You in that name droppin' get you and yo mans wet |
| Nigga I’m a G now who the fuck you think you playing with? |
| Aiyyo, pull up on the scene |
| Bitch I’m cleaner than chlorine |
| Blockstar comin' I’m proud of sellin' Codeine |
| Shootin' nigga yeah I’m from north streets no bean |
| Work for some of my cousins down in Florida and they ain’t boring |
| All I want is some more cream, my wrist on jack frost |
| Tellin' me when they see me, my wrist on jack frost |
| I ain’t gotta say how much the mother fuckin bet cost |
| 30"Ashantis on the Escalade 'lac cost |
| Bitch I’m from the projects you can’t miss me with that rep talk |
| Catch me up on 6th road tearin' up the asphalt |
| Took a lot of cash and walked |
| Jury, scarred me |
| Eights on the the donk make it hard to steering wheel |
| Swingin' on them niggas, swear I gotta feel some fury |
| Trapping at the hotel, you can catch me at the jewelry |
| A general and surely man I seem pearly |
| I got this shit locked, tell mom don’t worry |
| You see me hop out of a '08 somethin' on 24's |
| Rockin' in newest the newest earrings, next seasons clothes |
| I guess that’s the reason ho’s stop drop tuck and roll |
| Like an inferno they turn over and suck a pole |
| I’m so fuckin' cold I give a polar bear frost bite |
| You see my jewelry, you know what it cost right? |
| You see my jewelry, it’s bigger than your arm so |
| No tryin' foolery and you won’t see the palm blow |
| Me the bomb ho, Yung Joc got the work, I need some hydro smoke and dro got the |
| purp |
| Let me hear them on the church and orchestra rendez vous |
| We meet some boppas, bottles, and don’t forget the bumping too |
| Yeah, you know who’s keeping it thriller |
| Just name any thug, gangsta, soul-ja, or guerilla |
| I’ll snatch him up by his shoulders and strip off his strips |
| 'cause when you trill you don’t trip off the height, that ain’t my type |