| ESG
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| All aboard! |
| Haha, foe, ain’t nothing but a G ride
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| So, uh, pack ya bags, get your sweets and your zig-zags
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| Just jump in
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| (Ooooh, ooh, ooh, ooooh, yeah)
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| (Nothing like that G ride, baby, yeah!)
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| (Nothing like that G ride, yeah, oooh yeah!)
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| Up, early, to wash my face
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| Probation was the place
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| Before I blow out the door, vibration on my waist
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| Now that’s my fool, what’s the rule?
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| Go to jail if I miss?
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| I might as well post bail, cause I’ma fail if I piss
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| I hit the highway, the fly way, as the wind blows
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| I got that indo, some gin ho
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| So I’m gonna spin vogues (ooh, wee, baby, yeeah)
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| And blowin', while this pimp game is steady showin'
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| Sun beamin' and screamin', while these slim things is strollin'
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| High shinin' green the skunk, we some fiends for the funk
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| I’m cracking the ground in, these poundin' four 15's in my trunk
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| Cause I’ma baller til I die, I think I’ll call her cause I’m high (cause I’m
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| high)
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| Late night hype so tight, these suckers be goin' down, I can’t lie
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| But I’m right about now, them hoes is gone so it’s on
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| Might as well just get gone and get, like, trapped in the zone (the zone)
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| Cause I got the automatic fo' the static inside
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| I’m getting fried and high, (I'm getting fried, baby)
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| Motherfucker, it’s nothing but a g ride
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| I hit a, curb, swiggity swerve, see you fiendin' fo' it
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| Folks scream, «it's smoke!» |
| sun beamin' locs
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| But I let the top down, I can’t stop now
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| 15's bang, about to knock the block down
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| You wanna see the E? |
| Then I’ma hit cha
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| The Mac-11 hit cha, while the rotweiler bit cha
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| (??) devils do drop, with a new Glock
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| It’s a red, not a blue dot, slowed down 2Pac
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| Fingerprints and dirty sheets (slowed down, slowww down, yeah) on the first day
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| Celebrate my birthday, in the worst way
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| I’m on lock, no block, no boys on my block
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| The dope case in my face, the fence was too high to hop
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| The matchbox of rocks, now crooked cops can’t stop, (nothing but that G ride,
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| baby)
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| Lord, help a young nigga make it to his next box
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| Smoking a sweet, poking at freaks got me weak inside, (oh baby!)
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| Locked up for 18 months, but I ain’t crunk
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| It’s nothing but a G ride |