Bring Back That G...

Ride, ride, rough, ride on, ride on

Roll on, roll on, what, what, what?

Ride on, ride on, roll on

Nigga, what, what, what, 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 endeavors

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 collar, nigga, sweet and sour

Pop Chucks and collars

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 California, ya see

I do it to ya 'cause I know ya screw it, you do up, tryna do us

But you can't because you lovin' this beat

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 and now listen here, 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 y'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

This is how we all get down

Bring back that G shit fo' me

This is how we all get down

Bring back that G shit fo' me

This is how we all get down

Bring back that G shit fo' me

I know I slept you, kept ya, finna fetch you

Snatch you 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

DPG 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' school

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 feelin' like a killa

And it was all over weed and a tall can of Miller

Illa, kill a nigga like a flea

Big 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 sleep

Locations, directions, not even a trace

Bitch, I doubt it, if ya body get found like waste

In the alley, killa Cali 'cause Eastside is Crips

Never slip, set trip and smoke chronic dip, cuz

This is how we all get down

Bring back that G shit fo' me

This is how we all get down

Bring back that G shit fo' me

This is how we all get down

Bring back that G shit fo' me

This is how we all get down

Bring back that G shit fo' me

Snoop Doggy Dogg is gonna do ya

Fredwreck got the reefers bumpin' through ya

Goldie Loc can put the G and the C

Wit Kurupt, Young Gotti from the DPG

Bitch, hey