Letter to the Pen

Lyrics

[Intro] ("Ain't nuthin' but a 'G' thang, baby") Yeah, this how we doing it this time ("Ain't nuthin' but a 'G' thang, baby") Huh, peep this shit out [Verse 1] What's up, baby? I hope this letter brightens your day And put a big smile on your sexy ass face You're doing the right thing that a solider like you can do Now stand tall through it all and pimp this shit Just waiting on the day that you can come home To see your baby—damn, it's driving me crazy I'll be down next week to put some money on your books And hey, look, don't forget to take the celly up out that box Sent you everything you need and got them new Jordans Everything there is to shoot, you know my nigga's sportin' Sent you flicks of the baby, sent some shots in my bikini Huh, I hope you're glad to see me Keeping a low profile although I'm nervous as hell You know a bitch gotta love you sneaking shit up in jail It's cool, I got your back, you my nig' and we all that I wouldn't be down if I can't keep my nigga's pockets fat And it's like that, 'cause every week, I send a letter to the pen [Sampled Hook] ("Ain't nuthin' but a 'G' thang, baby") ("My life's filled with rainy days") ("Ain't nuthin' but a 'G' thang, baby") ("Now my life's filled with rainy days") [Interlude: Martin Lawrence] Yo, man, don't believe that old writing shit, man Right now, man, she in a kitchen butt naked, man Walking around making another muh'fucka a sandwich With cheese on her titties, Now and Laters all in her ass All that shit [Verse 2] I put a sale sign on your 'fo and the nigga next do' wanna know How much you selling your rims fo'? I told him it's two for the tires, eight for the rims Let me talk to my nigga to see what we can work in All these nig's want a deal, ain't none of 'em real Like I don't know what to quote, they wanna tell me what to sell it for You know I ran into Pookie and Ben I said, "What's up? Y'all act like y'all can't send my nigga no ends" I told you niggas won't be down when your ass ain't around They don't even call, supposed to be your fuckin' road dogs But it's like that, and every week, I send my letter to the pen [Sampled Hook] ("Ain't nuthin' but a 'G' thang, baby") ("My life's filled with rainy days") ("Ain't nuthin' but a 'G' thang, baby") ("Now my life's filled with rainy days") [Interlude: Martin Lawrence] I'm telling you, man, I knew the girl before, uh Before I even came in the muh'fuckin' joint Before you met her, man I'm telling you, the girl like a muh'fucka to pull her hair I'm talking about the hair on her back, man I'm telling you, man… [Verse 3] Before I bring it to a close, baby, you stay sweet And don't forget that I'll be down for my visit next week My big sister Trish said "hi" Tony and Shay dropped by to say that Dee got five You know they caught him with two ki's flying back from D.C The Feds ain't no joke, hanging niggas from ropes You better know, huh, yeah 'Cause every week, I send my letter to the pen [Sampled Hook] ("Ain't nuthin' but a 'G' thang, baby") ("My life's filled with rainy days") ("Ain't nuthin' but a 'G' thang, baby") ("Now my life's filled with rainy days") ("Ain't nuthin' but a 'G' thang, baby") ("My life's filled with rainy days") ("Ain't nuthin' but a 'G' thang, baby") ("Now my life's filled with rainy days") [Outro: Martin Lawrence] Yo, man, you keep ranting and raving about this muh'fuckin' girl Like she all that Nigga, I'ma tell you like this Right now, muh'fucka, she letting another nigga wear your clothes All out to the club, right now, nigga at a club in an argyle sweater Some muh'fuckin' Pierre Cardin shoes, and Sassoon jeans The muh'fucka's a bammer, nigga And wearing your shit 'cause you was a bammer Now get the fuck out my face!