Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm a G, artist - Lil Keke. Album song Birds Fly South, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.03.2003
Record label: Avarice
Song language: English
I'm a G |
I’m a G, ain’t no telling what you cats might see baby |
Check me out now, wholay. |
You know I’m thugged out, cause that’s the way I gotta survive |
You know I’m dubbed out, on every ride that I drive |
Let me take a moment, to introduce myself |
Cause baby girl I see you want it, and I could tell you on it |
It’s the millennium, I’m trying to light up the stage |
And I be taking it to the max, because I wanna stay paid |
You know the album is hot, I’m in the spots you not |
And if I pull a gun to shoot, then best believe you shot |
Cause I’m a soldier a vet, with no time to sweat |
From the store to the deck, and checking on internet |
I be going off, girl you ain’t heard about Lil' Keke |
From the Dirty South, he got a bad mouth |
It ain’t no thang mayn, a bunch of haters in the world |
Say it’s a damn shame, but I just maintain no game |
Get your cash and mash, on your plan |
Cause the G in my life, stands for gangsta my man |
I’m a G, it ain’t no telling what you cats might see |
You know the ladies shake it up, and it’s for free |
And I be getting my money first, cause that’s me |
Nigga, and that’s me nigga |
Bringing down the rap draft, cause I’m a first round pick |
And from the booth to the stage, man I love that shit |
You know the Northside, they say they love it the most |
You know the Southside, quick to represent for they folk |
You know the Eastside, they putting it down for the cheddar |
And the Westside, you know they down for whatever |
This another chapter, of the life after |
Selling dope on the block, but now a paid rapper |
I’m not a high capper, but I do get plex |
Am I living like a baller, then the answer is yes |
Listen up nigga, I ain’t tripping when I tell you I’m about my scrilla |
And I ain’t tripping, when I tell you I’m a mad killa, but I’m a O. G |
And when I’m gunning niggas running, cause they know me |
You better show me, cause all that chatter don’t just matter |
Nigga homie, cause you gon owe me |
Cause this the damn song, you playing games with my family |
You get stepped on, so nigga get gone |
The Southcoast’s host, that you love the most |
And you done came this far, and you still ain’t close |