| K-Dee talking:
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| Hey hey hey baby check it out. |
| I’m K-Dee, &
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| That’s my nigga Mack 10 over there. |
| Now he gotta be cooler
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| Than the nigga thatyou sittin' with, so pump yo' brakes
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| Cause here comes the G. Foe Liiife!
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| Uhh that’s right uhh yeah ha ha ha ha
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| What the fuck you smilin' at
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| Right
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| It’s that nigga west side swangin'
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| Heat I’m bringin' like I’m bangin'
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| Slangin' khakis hangin'
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| Took the script & I’m flippin' it
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| Got bustas straight trippin' it
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| Never thought Mack 10'll
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| Be the new nigga rippin' shit
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| Real G style on a funky freestyle
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| Solo flo show with my bitch & my lo lo
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| Gettin' my floss on as I slide my locs on
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| Hit the corna' bitch hold on
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| Danas is what I roll on
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| So watch yo' step quiet it’s kept on the leak
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| I blast I don’t stick the different nigga in the click
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| As I kick rhymes niggas pick mines from the stack
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| Threw the roof on the sack then cut the 'lac front & back
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| On all gold hundred spoke D’s when I skiis
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| Nigga please wanna be G’s don’t wanna see these
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| Straight from killa Cali it’s like the Valley of Death
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| Of who’s left I’ll be a G 'til my very last breath
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| Alli alli all come free here comes the G
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| Fresh as a new pack I’ll be doper than my cavi sack
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| Alli alli all come free here comes the G
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| Checkin' loot like it’s crazy in painter pants & Stacys
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| Now as I roll through the turf with that true G pride
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| Feeling high as I ride from the west to the eastside
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| On them switches went from rags to riches
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| All snitches must die I can’t lie
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| I like them hoochie bitches
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| Though I know that a ho is a gamble
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| Scandle hard to handle them dookey braids & sandals
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| That’s how I like it hike it touchdown then spike it
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| Then pipe it so tough they can’t gripe it
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| So if it’s on from uh dusk 'til dawn
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| Keep it crackin' stay packin' as long as niggas jackin'
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| Mackin' like Goldie bumpin' nothin' but oldies
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| Reminiscin' tilt the 40's when I vibe the dead homies
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| Talking:
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| Yeah I wanna say what’s up to all my deceased homeboys
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| From the west & eastside didn’t make it to see this rap
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| Oh yeah it’s still Mack 10 foe life puttin' it down like this here
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| Down for the dirt I sport khakis and a white t-shirt
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| Slangin' work got the big birdies that don’t chirp
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| I came up from a crawler now my stack is taller
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| Big baller shot caller movin' shit like a U-Hauler
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| So now it’s on like that & I’m rollin'
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| Controllin' the 'hood guns about a boat swollen
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| Back arms tatted (Inglewood) so tweed can get gatted
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| Cavi water weed or speed what you need cause I have it
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| So come through run through & uhh smell the vapors
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| Won’t be no set trip if it’s all about paper
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| Down with the Lench Mob I can’t go wrong
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| Well known & it’s on bankin corners in my Brougham
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| Mack 10, westside, foe life, and we out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Here Comes The G , by - Mack 10. Song from the album Mack 10, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп