Bring Back That G... E

Right, right. Roll, right on. Right on. Roll on, roll on. What? Right on, right on. Roll on. Nigga, what? W-what, what? Right on. This the game you wanna spit to A nigga, let a nigga know it's alright. Cash Game, indeed, stompin' on niggas like your Rays. Escapades and charades played when the Stampede stops. Instantaneously, young Gotti seen so many bodies Drop for his hop classics. And drastic measures, principles of pleasure, And penal endeavors. Whatever the case, whatever case was caught in the Chase. When the chasin' began and the face will Erase. Me and Fray make beats, I make rhymes For Snoop. He controls and calculates impervious Moves. The Pound Pentagon, where the pistols'll Holler. Where the gangstas' mad, naz poppin' your Collar. Nigga sweet sour, pop Chucks and collars. Rollin' through the streets in my '84 Impala. Holla, holla. If you want it, we gon' run It from the corner. It's the killer California Scene. I do it to you 'cause I look At Scooby-Doo. I'm tryna do us, but you can't Because you're lovin' this beat. Uh, uh, we dump, dump to make you pump, Pump. We comin' with the heat to make your Trunk thump. Ready, steady, had a ho ready. Down to go steady, and stick up Eddie for His fetty. And bring it all back to daddy. I want bread, cheese, now put it on the Patty. Big Mack style, kick back and flip thou's. In the Virgin Isle, listen here, honey child. Bow wow, do you now, how you like it Doggy style? Smilin', grinnin', sippin' on some gin And. Roll with a captain, you all strapped in. Once you're back in, it's straight mackin'. I keep it crackin'. This how we all get Down. Bring back that J's shit for me. This is how we all get down. Bring back that J's shit for me. This is how we all get down. Bring back that J's shit for me. This how we all get down. Bring back that J's shit for me. I know I slapped you, catched you, finna fetch You. Snatch you back to, slap you and rap To. The vacuum, sack you and rat pack you. Act two, now what must I do to get Shit back to the way it used to seem? D-P-G-C-ology. I'm not talkin' 'bout chemistry or biology. This G-ology. You feelin' me? Niggas be killin' me unwillingly. Silly heat, thinkin' y'all gon' smash on me. Splash on me, speak audacity. I take you back to the old school and Let you cut class with me. Get some ass with me, then get us somethin' Drink. And let you sip out the same glass As me. And now you're feelin' like a killer. And it was all over weed and a tall Can of Miller. Illa, chill a nigga like a Flick. Big Snoopy Eagle, double jizzle, Wave off the hemp. I hit niggas and bitches If you fuck with my mental. 'Cause I'm a killer instinct, release the pump like A pencil. If you don't got my money, I Suggest you run. 'Cause the gold locc'll you like A twenty-two gun. Ain't no fun the way I Play, nigga, I play for keeps. No details, you just been sweeped to sleep. Locations, directions, not even a trace. Bitch, I doubt it if your body get found Like waste. In the alleys in the Cali 'cause You saw this Crip. Never slip, step, trip, and smoke chronic dip. This is how we all get down. Bring back that J's shit for me. This is how we all get down. Bring back that J's shit for me. This how we all get down. Bring back that J's shit for me. This is how we all get down. Bring back that J's shit for me. Dogg Pound comin' to ya. Frank, Rick got the rippers bumpin' through ya. Turnin' on to the tree with the G in The C. The corrupt young Gotti from the DPG.