| The sequel, Don K, got’s to be a G
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| Got’s to be a G, till the day that I die
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| That’s what it is, I’m going all the way back to G
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| This the one that brought me back
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| G till the day I doe nigga, hey
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| Rest in peace to them boys gone, welcome back to them boy’s home
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| Thank the Lord that I’m still on, even though that I live wrong
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| Lot of hate since I came back, fuck em all since I came up
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| Same hood nigga South Park, blowing grams with that same cup
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| Mama ran cause I’m thugged out, daddy died when I was 19
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| He never knew that I’d be a G, still chasing that king dream
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| Up late and I’m going in, rapping hard for them green bucks
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| Now real niggaz and O.G.'s, stay in my voice and stand up
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| Herschelwood that’s where I’m at, hardhead with that black gat
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| This war’s on I stand strong, it’s straight forward no turning back
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| I got the bread and I’m coming home, rep it hard till I’m dead and gone
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| This Don Ke and I’m still a G, I swear to God they know this song
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| Got’s to be a G, I got’s to be a G
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| Got’s to be a G, till the day that I die
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| Ay yeah, hey check one-two what it do
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| This Dead End so I talk for H.A.W.K., check it back and I rep for Screw
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| Crestmont leaning in the leans, stuck on that oil like I stepped in glue
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| Houston Oiler 3−4, repping that like Earl Campbell
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| Bopping bitches all on dick, eat my sausage like Earl Campbell
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| Southside of that Astrodome, 2−88 I’m passing Reed
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| With a bad bitch she out the car, I’m po’ing oil she passing weed
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| Hit Cal Wayne what that Dre do, Grit Boyz real niggaz
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| Free Ron G and that T-Bone, DEA real niggaz
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| Scar in the H like my stroke fitted, real G I go get it
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| Certified like I tip of course, slab parked so I took the Porsche
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| Talk money till a nigga hoarse, keep it G like Gucci 'steins
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| Still in the hood with them Grit Boyz, and not the niggaz that Gucci signed
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| Yeah yeah, got to be a G till the day that I die
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| That I die, till the day that I die
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| Got’s to be a G yeah, got’s to be a G that what it is
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| They didn’t know the sequel was gon' turn out like this here
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| We still hood, G till I die
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| I kept praying and I thank God, Lord knows that them streets fraud
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| Left the block with my head up, understood that them streets hard
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| I’m still here and I’m still bout it, rep the hood for them boys locked
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| I do this shit for that Southside, and all them niggaz on y’all block
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| Let em know that these streets real, jackers roll and them corners hot
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| Hit the hood with yo mind right, then take it slow cause them laws out
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| This Don Ke they know me, I’m O.G. |
| for real
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| I grind I won’t mind, that’s just what it is
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| Got to be a G
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| Got to-got to be a G
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| Got to be a G
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| Got to-got to be a G, till the day that I die
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| Got to-got to be a G got to
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| Got to-got to be a G till the day that I die |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Still a "G" (feat. Killa Kyleon) , by - Lil Keke. Song from the album Heart of a Hustla, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп