Real G’s

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Mike] I'm from that bad ass [?] (Uh) Chizzard out in [?], way clean on vogues (Wha'?) Down somethin' mean on ho's (That's right) Somethin' they ain't seen befo'' Yeah see me glow See me shine' put the whip game down On it bring it back about four' five times I'm good (that's right), boys know knock on wood Ay my name rang in the hood Big Mike, baby [Verse 2: Spice 1] Check it out' I got G's in the bank, G's in my wallet G's on the streets, nigga' G's in my pocket It's a lot of real G's everywhere a nigga go From the hood liquor sto' to killers on death row 'Cause a G know a real G when a G see him Look a G up in his eyes, and you know you don't wanna be him This is real G shit down to the epitome One hand in the penitentiary, one in the Bentley Bitches be into G's they can be centerpiece Wed her up, and then she get up and set up my enemies Throw some G's in his casket, bury him a G Six G's carry him, nigga, including me It's a lot of dead G's just restin' in playa pieces So now I gotta put niggas on a paintin' like the Mona Lisa All my G's in attack formation, strategize Bossalini, Fetty Chico, The Ridah immortalized [Chorus: Spice 1] I got G's in the bank, G's in my pocket G's in the streets, nigga, G's in my wallet It's a lot of real G's everywhere a nigga go And all the real G's in this mafucka know I got G's in the bank, G's in my pocket G's on the streets, nigga, G's in my wallet It's a lot of real G's everywhere a nigga go And all the real G's in this mafucka know [Verse 3: Big Mike] Bling like jewelry, suspend your time in the game Made me a hog in the lane (Uh huh) Burn like flame mustang (What?) Wipe boys out like stains, playin' no games I'm sayin' stayin' clean as a bitch, G to the T And ain't missin' nare a stitch, missin' nare a snitch They can get the bidness, for being in the bidness What is this relentless [Verse 4: Hussein Fatal] I keep my ears to the hood, when the streets is watchin' I know, when I'm creepin' low, she be watchin' Yeah So I ride in the Lexus and burn estates On the west side of Texas, with Jersey plates I got the room, got the loud, and the X's too Plenty room, go ahead and bring ya besty too It's a hotel party tonight, and them bitches in my room now already ripe (Yeah) [Chorus: Spice 1 & Richie Rich] I got G's in the bank, G's in my pocket G's in the streets, nigga, G's in my wallet It's a lot of real G's everywhere a nigga go And all the real G's in this mafucka know I got G's in the bank, G's in my pocket G's on the streets, nigga, G's in my wallet (Richie Rich) It's a lot of real G's everywhere a nigga go (This how niggas get down on the west) And all the real G's in this mafucka know [Verse 5: Richie Rich] Coke money? Got that. Rag Bentley? Got that Boss stick, for any bad bitch, where the cock at Hood shit? Spit that. Real shit? Live that And hella niggas fin' to be glad to hear Rich back Oakland's where I live at, the mound where I pitch at We throw hard ball, soft ball, they smoke and they sniff that Half you niggas got guns but don't know where the clip at Ya nigga lost his life, I'ma tell ya where he slipped at Pillow talkin' to bitches, tellin' where the shit at Now he dead and gone, and his bitch is gettin' kick backs Where I'm from them type of bitches get click clacks See I don't care what you've heard stay up out of this way Niggas know a good day for me is a hundred rizzacks Fuck what you spent in the club, what's with your stizzack? You ain't gettin' money, nigga, you ain't doin' jizzack And if you ain't with this G' shit, nigga, play the bizzack [Chorus: Spice 1 & Richie Rich] I got G's in the bank, G's in my pocket G's in the streets, nigga, G's in my wallet It's a lot of real G's everywhere a nigga go And all the real G's in this mafucka know I got G's in the bank, G's in my pocket G's on the streets, nigga, G's in my wallet It's a lot of real G's everywhere a nigga go And all the real G's in this mafucka know [Outro: C.P.] Ain't nothin but G flowin' through my soul West texas on mine I'ma be a G 'til my mafuckin' body turn cold Elder E on the grind Said ain't nothin but G flowin' through my soul Bring it back, bring it back I'ma be a mafuckin' G 'til my body turn cold Coooooold Elder Entertainment Bring It Back Records, yeah Ohhhh