Whats happenin, shit I know somethin happenin cuz everything's moving
I know you're ready, so let the Twinz into your mind (peekaboo) I caught you sleepin on the weather we be creepin through the backstreet droppin off sack of this G shit (hold onto your horses cuz you get the same that she gets) nothing but a little, too much it'd be a simp livin next to PCH had my way like a pimp (say hoe) so I trips with the skirts at night thankin god for another day smokin on that weed to pass the time away nuthin to do but get high, make a hit urban life got me wantin to do some criminal shit no job, so I'm loungin with my doggs and loccs playin space domino a dirty rick rack jokes a familiar routine, no call so I'm stuck inside the P-A lookin bored as fuck tryin to get this rap shit flowin to a T with Warren G forever love for my homeys who looked after me while I was down cuz hard times had a choke hold mashed like potatoes 24 but I stay strong
(Chorus) x2 Ain't nuthin wrong with gettin your hustle on all night long Cuz you gotta survive to stay alive and uhh (Times up, sorry I kept you) This is what the loccs who sit back and rap to
Born and raised on the street California but now its MLK and you know I'm strictly on a crazy ass mission dippin low as I stack and doin what I need to be doin to keep my pockets fat hittin corners in the gray Seville kinda deep wit my niggaz when its time to chill 7:30 we in motion bouncin up the block and you know it don't stop, won't stop, can't stop (can't stop) a long way from servin Greyhound but now its on to the fullest with my niggaz and the pound cuz this is G-Funk, we funk with that passion that LBC style watch the homey start mashin and pressin up, the time is up so you know that the Twinz are puttin it down on the real (really doe)
(Chorus) x2 Ain't nuthin wrong with gettin your hustle on all night long Cuz you gotta survive to stay alive and uhh (Times up, sorry I kept you) This is what the loccs who sit back and rap to
The first day of the month I'm cashin in like Monopoly (ain't no stoppin me), the click steady droppin them cuts that make you jump out yo seat wave your hands in the air and scream out Long Beach (Long Beach) The G side we slide with the dope shit (go get another hit), its poppin like coochie shit (its just a thang we do, cuz we got the flow and if you didn't know now you niggaz know that umm)
(Chorus) x4 Ain't nuthin wrong with gettin your hustle on all night long Cuz you gotta survive to stay alive and uhh (Times up, sorry I kept you) This is what the loccs who sit back and rap to
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Copy to Clipboard: Whats happenin, shit I know somethin happenin cuz everything's moving
I know you're ready, so let the Twinz into your mind (peekaboo) I caught you sleepin on the weather we be creepin through the backstreet droppin off sack of this G shit (hold onto your horses cuz you get the same that she gets) nothing but a little, too much it'd be a simp livin next to PCH had my way like a pimp (say hoe) so I trips with the skirts at night thankin god for another day smokin on that weed to pass the time away nuthin to do but get high, make a hit urban life got me wantin to do some criminal shit no job, so I'm loungin with my doggs and loccs playin space domino a dirty rick rack jokes a familiar routine, no call so I'm stuck inside the P-A lookin bored as fuck tryin to get this rap shit flowin to a T with Warren G forever love for my homeys who looked after me while I was down cuz hard times had a choke hold mashed like potatoes 24 but I stay strong
(Chorus) x2 Ain't nuthin wrong with gettin your hustle on all night long Cuz you gotta survive to stay alive and uhh (Times up, sorry I kept you) This is what the loccs who sit back and rap to
Born and raised on the street California but now its MLK and you know I'm strictly on a crazy ass mission dippin low as I stack and doin what I need to be doin to keep my pockets fat hittin corners in the gray Seville kinda deep wit my niggaz when its time to chill 7:30 we in motion bouncin up the block and you know it don't stop, won't stop, can't stop (can't stop) a long way from servin Greyhound but now its on to the fullest with my niggaz and the pound cuz this is G-Funk, we funk with that passion that LBC style watch the homey start mashin and pressin up, the time is up so you know that the Twinz are puttin it down on the real (really doe)
(Chorus) x2 Ain't nuthin wrong with gettin your hustle on all night long Cuz you gotta survive to stay alive and uhh (Times up, sorry I kept you) This is what the loccs who sit back and rap to
The first day of the month I'm cashin in like Monopoly (ain't no stoppin me), the click steady droppin them cuts that make you jump out yo seat wave your hands in the air and scream out Long Beach (Long Beach) The G side we slide with the dope shit (go get another hit), its poppin like coochie shit (its just a thang we do, cuz we got the flow and if you didn't know now you niggaz know that umm)
(Chorus) x4 Ain't nuthin wrong with gettin your hustle on all night long Cuz you gotta survive to stay alive and uhh (Times up, sorry I kept you) This is what the loccs who sit back and rap to
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