bring back that g shit

Singer:kurupt

ride

ride

rough

ride on

ride on

roll on

roll on

what!

what!

what!

ride on

ride on

roll on

nigga what!

w-w-what!

what!

w-w-what!

ride on

this is the game you wanna spit to a nigga

let a nigga know it's all right

cascades

and g'z stompin' on niggas like parades

escapades and charades played

when the stampede stopped

and it continuously young gotti

seen so many bodies

drop fours hop classics and drastic measures

principle's a pleasure and penal endeavours

whatever the case

whatever case

it's caught on a chase

when a chase

it began in the facial of race

me and fred

he make beats

i make rhymes

and snoop

he controls and calculates

in pervious moves

the pound pentagon

wit a pistols

i holla where the gangstas' at

daz poppin' his coller

nigga sweet and sour

pop chucks and collers

rolllin' through the streets in my '84 impala

holla

holla

if you wanna

we gon' run it from the co'na

it's the killa califo'nia

ya see

i do it to ya

'cause i know it screw ya

ya try up do us

but you can't 'cause you lovin' this beat

uh

uh. we dump

dump to make you pump

pump

we comin' wit the heat to make ya trunk bump

freddy said he had a whole a gritty down to go steady

and stick up eddie for his fedy and bring it all back to daddy

i want bread

cheese now put it on the patty

knick knack style

kick back and flip files

in the verge

on now listen now honey child

bow wow

do ya now

how ya like it doggystyle?

smile and grinnin'

sippin' on some gin'n

roll wit a cap and ya all strapped in

once ya back in

it's straight mackin'

i keep it crackin'

this is how we all get down

bring back that g" shit fo' me!