Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bring Back That G Shit, artist - Kurupt. Date of issue: 23.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bring Back That G Shit |
| Ride, ride |
| Rough, ride on, ride on |
| Roll on, roll on |
| What!, what!, what! |
| Ride on, ride on, roll on |
| Nigga what!, w-w-what!, what!, w-w-what! |
| Ride on |
| This is the game you wanna spit to a nigga |
| Let a nigga know it’s all right, cascades |
| And G’z stompin' on niggas like parades |
| Escapades and charades played |
| When the stampede stopped |
| And it continuously Young Gotti |
| Seen so many bodies |
| Drop fours hop classics and drastic measures |
| Principle’s a pleasure and penal endeavours |
| Whatever the case, whatever case, it’s caught on a chase |
| When a chase, it began in the facial of race |
| Me and Fred, he make beats, I make rhymes |
| And Snoop, he controls and calculates |
| Impervious moves, the Pound Pentagon |
| Wit a pistols, I holla where the gangstas' at |
| Daz poppin' his coller, nigga sweet and sour |
| Pop Chucks and collers, rollin' through the streets in my '84 Impala |
| Holla, holla, if you wanna |
| We gon' run it from the co’na, it’s the killa Califo’nia |
| Ya see, I do it to ya |
| Cause I know it screw ya, ya try up do us |
| But you can’t cause you lovin' this beat |
| Uh, uh… we dump, dump to make you pump, pump |
| We comin' wit the heat to make ya trunk bump |
| Freddy said he had a whole a gritty down to go steady |
| And stick up Eddie for his fedy and bring it all back to daddy |
| I want bread, cheese now put it on the patty |
| Knick Knack style, kick back and flip files |
| In the verge, on now listen now honey child |
| Bow Wow, do ya now, how ya like it doggystyle? |
| Smile and grinnin', sippin' on some gin’n |
| Roll wit a cap and ya all strapped in |
| Once ya back in, it’s straight mackin' |
| I keep it crackin' |
| This is how we all get down |
| Bring back that «G» shit fo' me! |
| I know I slept you, kept ya, fin’na fetch ya |
| Snatch ya back too, slapped you and rapped too |
| The vacuum sat 'chu and rat packed you, act two |
| Now what must I do, to get you back |
| To the way is used to see, D-P-G-C'ology |
| I’m not talkin' 'bout chemistry or biology |
| This «G"'ology, you feelin' me |
| Niggas be killin' me and willin' me |
| Silly he, thinkin' y’all gon' smash on me |
| Blast on me, the audacity |
| I’ll take ya back to the ol' skool and let ya cut class wit me |
| Get some ass wit me |
| Then get us somethin' to drink and let you sip out the same glass as me |
| And now you a killa |
| And it was all over weed and a tall can of milla, illa |
| Kill a nigga like a flea |
| Bigg Snoopy D-O double gizzle |
| Way off tha hizzle my nizzle |
| I hit niggas and bitches if you fuck wit my mental |
| Cause I’m a killa and stick release ya pop like a pimple |
| If you don’t got my money I suggest you run |
| Cause the Gold Loc, he do you like a 20 or done |
| Ain’t no fun the way I play, nigga I plays fo' keeps |
| No details you’ve just been sweeped to sweep |
| Locations, directions, not even a trace |
| Bitch I doubt it, if ya body get found like waste |
| In the alley, killa Cali, this Eastsidaz Crips |
| Never slip, set trip, and smoke chronic dip |
| Cuz! |
| Snoop Doggy Dogg has to give it to ya |
| Fredwreck got the reefers bumpin' through ya |
| Goldie Loc can put the G and the C |
| Wit Kurupt Young Gotti from the D-P-G |
| Bitch |
| Hey! |