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How y'all feelin' tonight? This a little somethin' for the real ones out There. Ladies, keep your shit right. Fellas, keep makin' that money, stackin' that paper. Gotta be original, gotta do you. Infamous G, you heard That's how we do. T. H. O., now let's have some fun. I'm sure you never met a dude like me Before. Come on, get her in the mood right From the door. Floor's packed and I'm on that Cognac. Four bad chicks on my arm and my Boy strapped. And you never met a better dude, Nah, never mind. Whenever you call I'ma come get Ya. He disrespectin', I'ma come check him. Yo, we got the weapons in undetected, Yeah. You know Tech is, high in the VIP Section. Watchin' Tupac Resurrection. Got these chickens in the spot at attention. Once the DJ spinnin' my record, they gon' flock To the entrance. a real one. These nerds wearin' pocket protectors. I'm hood all day, these dudes with the block, They're rejected. I run with killers, duck you one Time and hop in the fences. So if you really wanna ride with the realest, Hop in the Lexus. Let's roll. Baby girl, come and ride with a real G. Butterscotch jeans, blue hoodie on, no sleeves. Kick it with a real hood mind, I fulfill Your dreams. Not a sucker for love, but I Got what you need. She wanna roll with a Real one. So I'ma give her what she wants, Man. 'Cause I know how she needs it. And you ain't nothin' like me, man. I want a real one, I got what you Need. Front, back, side to side. I gotta show your girl how the West Coast Ride. I gotta show your girl, got, gotta show Your girl. I gotta show your girl how the West Coast ride. These niggas know not to bother Me 'cause my biography is full of real shit That they hoes wanna strive to be. In penitentiaries, niggas get they pen up. I been up and posted on the wall like A pin-up. Undoubtedly the most anticipated release Up next from the West is GG. I'm livin' reality, niggas from the streets of NY Love to keep a bitch in Cali. She don't want no weenie-ass nigga. She want a mask up and blast beanie-ass nigga. Old school, croaker sacks, and Cadillacs. Coupes, house shoes, switches front to back. All hood breed that'll give 'em what they need. That stands up for what he believes. Somethin' like me, raised by the streets. G'd and a motherfuckin' raised by G's. Pretty little mama don't want drama. Love the hood karma, slossin' that bomber. Political as Osama and Obama. I'm Gotti, baby, and I'm a rider. East and West Sider, I'm tryna help you do Your thing. We gon' ride up, twist some Easy Riders. Smoke some real purple, and if you don't Smoke so be it. You still gon' leave sayin' Gotti's the G is. Let's ride. Baby girl, come and ride with a real G. Butterscotch jeans, blue hoodie on, no sleeves. Kick it with a real hood mind, I fulfill Your dreams. Not a sucker for love, but I Got what you need. She wanna roll with a Real one. So I'ma give her what she wants, Man. 'Cause I know how she needs it. And you ain't nothin' like me, I want a Real one, a real one. I got what you need. Front, back, side to Side. I gotta show your girl how the West Coast ride. I gotta show your girl, got, Gotta show your girl. I, I gotta show your Girl how the West Coast ride. Yeah, she likes that. For me to hang up in her face and Never call back. Young G smokin' tree, Swallow these in the 'Lac. Your boyfriend a weirdo, but I was born a Mack, bitch. Yeah, She on a nigga nuts. Like what the fuck? T. H. O., you know the business, nigga. This how we do. G'd up. G'd up. G'd up.