Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song G's Us, artist - Crooked I. Album song Psalm 82:6, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.06.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: C.O.B, Treacherous
Song language: English
G's Us |
They tried to separate us G’s but they never could |
They tried to separate us G’s but they never could |
They tried to separate us G’s but they never could |
Boss niggas fuck with boss niggas in every hood |
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love |
Divide and conquer is the method but it’s understood |
We get respect in every section that us hustlers stood |
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love |
They tried to separate us G’s but they never could |
Boss niggas fuck with boss niggas in every hood |
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love |
Divide and conquer is the method but it’s understood |
We get respect in every section that us hustlers stood |
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love |
Blowing smoke out the Audi |
My spread be smelling like mountie |
Federalies on the hills that led the battles |
Blowing smoke out the Audi |
My spread be smelling like mountie |
Federalies on the hills that led the battles |
Blowing smoke out the Audi |
My spread be smelling like mountie |
Federalies on the hills that led the battles |
Stray the dames, great capillaries |
Caress fatties, piggy ray canary |
Cuban lane Miami |
Virgin Mary turn a purple caddy |
Gary sweet callin' purple candy |
Talking bird out of the panties |
Swallow brandy, I fly to where Sandy |
You lay south up in your camp |
Be like glam me |
Old hammer blammer AT, melt some |
Cans, a bottle of wine, I set the belt buckles |
The bare I hustle, had the snout lustful |
Blow the spot like a mushroom |
And takin' the truck fumes |
I taste the crushed food, drink a cup full |
Display the Jacob on the cuff too |
My gain is plush blue |
My waste day on a bus rule |
My butt laying in a plush coup, fuck you |
My butt laying in a plush coup like fuck you |
They tried to separate us G’s but they never could |
Boss niggas fuck with boss niggas in every hood |
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love |
Divide and conquer is the method but it’s understood |
We get respect in every section that us hustlers stood |
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love |
Cali niggas drive the meanest chargers |
We Robin Hoods like the English archer |
Pouring our liquor for the deceased departure |
Tell the Grim Reaper that we his partners |
Cut the grass low, you snake niggas meet your gardeners |
Gun sleeping in my waist, don’t awake my stainless |
You interrupt his power nap, he gonna make you famous |
It took a long time for the world to let me display my cadence |
Like a hospital chaplain, I had to pray for patience |
It’s all scientific, my mind’s higher lifted |
I wrote note thy self in the Pyramids and hieroglyphics |
I steal fire biscuits, street soldier I enlisted |
I will end your world in 2012 don’t get the Mayans twisted |
Promethazine and vodka that’s the gasoline bottle |
I’m blowing cigar smoke on a show magazine model |
That Ferrari squat, she has a scene throttle |
It cost an arm and a leg, the amputee auto |
About my loots so lieutenants want to recruit me |
But generals already absolutely salute me |
They tried to separate us G’s but they never could |
Boss niggas fuck with boss niggas in every hood |
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love |
Divide and conquer is the method but it’s understood |
We get respect in every section that us hustlers stood |
Cause, blood, God, son, peoples, folks, thugs, love |
It’s all love |
It’s all love |