Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song G's Iz G's, artist - Kurupt. Album song California Love, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.08.2010
Record label: Rud pixels
Song language: English
G's Iz G's |
| ash] |
| (Who we got?) |
| We got Catash and Kuruption |
| What the fuck is yo' function? |
| We got Catash and Kurupt |
| 'Bout to fuck shit up |
| I’m sippin' nuttin' but the best; |
| what you got in yo' cup? |
| Hennessey |
| Yeah, yeah, that make me tweak on beats |
| Tash be kickin' so much ass I rock cleats on concrete |
| So get the pictuah |
| My rap style’ll hit ya 'til ya move back |
| This ain’t the kind of shit that help Stella get her groove back |
| It’s on co' uncle |
| Raps that keeps me flossin' |
| While yo' album on the shelf gettin' dusty at the Slausson |
| Swap |
| Pop that Glock |
| Clock that knot |
| It’s thin line between love and hate |
| It’s thin line between Compton 'n' Watts |
| What you got? |
| Yo' motherfuckers is nerds |
| Yo, Kurupt, tell these niggas what the fuck you heard! |
| (Check it out) |
| I heard it saggin' in bandanas |
| Shit to spit the leaves |
| Split like bananas |
| Poetical scanners |
| Make the crowd go banana' |
| Furious, luxurious, an' glamorous |
| Bitches and cameras |
| Experts' |
| Impenetrability exerts |
| Burst a verse |
| And since nuttin' but trouble incense jerks (Back in the day) |
| Silently clashin' |
| Clash is |
| Throwin' towels in like passes |
| All I want to know is where the ass is |
| If you got yo' pistol let it sizzle an' whistle |
| I’m agile; |
| you fragile-- |
| Glass and crystal |
| I’m priceless--the nicest |
| Yeah, that’s right |
| Nice enough to bring the snub and bust on sight |
| We got Catash and Kurupt |
| 'Bout to fuck it up |
| I’m sippin' nuttin' but the best; |
| what you got in yo' cup? |
| Hennessey, nigga |
| Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah indeed |
| You know I got the Malibu |
| I got the Orange weed |
| We got Catash and Kurupt |
| 'Bout to fuck it up |
| I’m sippin' nuttin' but the best; |
| what you got in yo' cup? |
| O.E., homey, yeah |
| Oh, yeah, indeed |
| You know I got the Hennessey |
| I got the Orange weed, nigga |
| 'Cause bustas is bustas, an' G’s iz G’s |
| But ain’t nobody fuckin' 'round wit' MCs like these |
| Somebody buck this nigga' keys; |
| this lil' punk must be drunk |
| I let that nigga hit my weed, he walked away wit' my blunt |
| And that’s a no-no, loco |
| So it’s one way to settle this: |
| You gots to box a round wit' the ghetto-est gold medalist |
| Tash got a rough rambunction in the function |
| Yo, this shit ain’t even fear |
| It’s kinda like we punchin' Munchkins |
| So let that nigga slide |
| He too wide-eyed to hide it |
| Tash’ll slap his ass so hard, I’ll leave his Afro lopsided |
| You got it? |
| Good |
| Tell your Boyz 'N' The Hood |
| My style’s a work of art--it's like I carved it from wood |
| I’m often misunderstood, 'cause my style is freaky-deaky |
| I could say some simple shit and lose your stupid ass completely |
| So meet me on the block when you come to the West |
| Bangin' styles that’ll wash you up quicker than Zest |
| Layin' rap styles to rest if yo' shit ain’t tight (Nighty-night) |
| Yo, Catash, tell these niggas who they got tonight! |
| Rum 'n' Coke… |
| Gin 'n' juice… |
| Olde English 800 |