Cassidy - I’m a G Boy lyrics
[Cassidy - I’m a G Boy lyrics]
Yeah Yeah Cassidy and I ain't
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy got
Dope and the E boy I'mma G
Boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy coke by
The key boy got dope and the E boy
I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy get smoked by
P boy coc by the key boy got dope and E boy
All these rappers is acting like all
The actors in the gangster flicks
They act gangster but really don't
Do no gangster shit
You not a gangster cause you
On a real gangster dick
A gangster rap is a rap
That a real gangster spit
A gangster should never kiss
Another gangster lips
You shouldn't even kiss a gangster
Bitch on some gangster shit
My flow cold like a runny nose
I'm bouts to blow like
A handkerchief and you ain't on
My thank you list think of me when you think
Of jay-z think of kiss
Fif' or Em when you think
Of them think of this
I'm ma bout to go pick
Up this little stinky bitch
And get brain but not the same
Brain she be thinking with
Banger by my pancreas if a
Nigga think he slick
I'll blow his brain out now
He can't think of shit
Bitch this how goon talk clip
Look like half a
Moon and it will make a nigga moon walk
I'm not the king of pop
But my thing finger pops
I sell bricks and got that Elvis
I'm the king of rock
I'm still slangin rock trap phone ring a lot
Clientele popping up I'm on
The block guapping up
I got that fish you got
That shit that they locking
Up yup is going to be hard to push
If that shit is hard to cook
The hard I cook give the
Fiends the retarded look
I get stupid cake cause one hit
Will give'em the stupid face
They smoke your coke and there
No result they not high
They smoke my coke and they
Over dose they not alive
I ain't bagging white for bragging rights
But I was broke so I had to
Sell coke to get my swagger right
I'm the hustler cause I've been
Hustling for half my life
Anything I'm hustling I bought for
Lease half the price
My coupe blue and I'm cute too ask your wife
She had a tight little ass she
Could only take half the pipe
You have a pipe but you pussy a Hermaphrodite
It's a men's world but if
Is drama you girl up
When ice cube was Jerry curled up
Rap was my whole world until rapper
Start fucking my whole world up
I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy coke by
The key boy got dope and the E boy
I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy coke by
The key boy got dope and the E boy
Where I'm from money be the object
I get mines putting fire to the Pyrex
So fuck a diss track I bring it to you direct
I kill you then the witness die next
Forty four bulldog get the five vex
You never progress if you only side bet
I'm trying to kill two birds with one stone
I just grab two birds now one gone
I supply it well that's my clientele
I fire shell if any of my client tell
Well they say is a long line to hell
But I'm ma either get rich or
I'm ma die in jail
Until then I'm only trying to gain revenue
Raise a blade in a plate full of residue
Nine-Six Impala it's heaven blue
Being broke like you is what I'll never do
Purple juice and them zens
Got me sleep walking
She said niggas like me she don't see often
And I don't care if he
Shot I just keep sparking
I make niggas throw towels
And give peace offerings
I got two baby moms and we don't speak often
I just give'em bank rolls
And tell'em keep walking
I just show a bitch money
I don't keep talking
Then she slob on my nob like she retarded
Sour D four grams stuffed in a dutch
Fifty grand rubber band tucked in the cut
Two bitches four hand touching my nuts
Then I give'em long dick touching they gut
If money is the topic I get like Floyd
I be O Ting moving grams of the boy
If I don't know niggas my hand on toy
Cause I'm ma a fucking shooter Brandon Roy
My nigga Cass got the bent I need the 550
Only blow good smoke an L 550
He not a real connect if he can't supply 50
My cousin na get half cause
He'll die with me
O B A is the set and we gone make ours
Couple niggas got shot trying take ours
I was in the crack house with eight vows
You was like Eminem off of eight mile
In your shitty house writing rap songs
I use to run in niggas
House with the mac drawn
I guess you only need one mic like Nas
I take a four pound and a white-pot
Glock 30 con pact it's the right size
Vision ware on the stuff watch the white rise
I'm talking brick sales get your order up
I dry cook mine I don't like it watered up
If you short a buck I
Send them to the coroner
The gun small the clip hang like Florida
It say a stack on a
Scale when I weight powder
I'm a gangster a goon to the eighth power
I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy coke by
The key boy got dope and E boy
I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy coke by
The key boy got dope and the E boy
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy got
Dope and the E boy I'mma G
Boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy coke by
The key boy got dope and the E boy
I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy get smoked by
P boy coc by the key boy got dope and E boy
All these rappers is acting like all
The actors in the gangster flicks
They act gangster but really don't
Do no gangster shit
You not a gangster cause you
On a real gangster dick
A gangster rap is a rap
That a real gangster spit
A gangster should never kiss
Another gangster lips
You shouldn't even kiss a gangster
Bitch on some gangster shit
My flow cold like a runny nose
I'm bouts to blow like
A handkerchief and you ain't on
My thank you list think of me when you think
Of jay-z think of kiss
Fif' or Em when you think
Of them think of this
I'm ma bout to go pick
Up this little stinky bitch
And get brain but not the same
Brain she be thinking with
Banger by my pancreas if a
Nigga think he slick
I'll blow his brain out now
He can't think of shit
Bitch this how goon talk clip
Look like half a
Moon and it will make a nigga moon walk
I'm not the king of pop
But my thing finger pops
I sell bricks and got that Elvis
I'm the king of rock
I'm still slangin rock trap phone ring a lot
Clientele popping up I'm on
The block guapping up
I got that fish you got
That shit that they locking
Up yup is going to be hard to push
If that shit is hard to cook
The hard I cook give the
Fiends the retarded look
I get stupid cake cause one hit
Will give'em the stupid face
They smoke your coke and there
No result they not high
They smoke my coke and they
Over dose they not alive
I ain't bagging white for bragging rights
But I was broke so I had to
Sell coke to get my swagger right
I'm the hustler cause I've been
Hustling for half my life
Anything I'm hustling I bought for
Lease half the price
My coupe blue and I'm cute too ask your wife
She had a tight little ass she
Could only take half the pipe
You have a pipe but you pussy a Hermaphrodite
It's a men's world but if
Is drama you girl up
When ice cube was Jerry curled up
Rap was my whole world until rapper
Start fucking my whole world up
I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy coke by
The key boy got dope and the E boy
I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy coke by
The key boy got dope and the E boy
Where I'm from money be the object
I get mines putting fire to the Pyrex
So fuck a diss track I bring it to you direct
I kill you then the witness die next
Forty four bulldog get the five vex
You never progress if you only side bet
I'm trying to kill two birds with one stone
I just grab two birds now one gone
I supply it well that's my clientele
I fire shell if any of my client tell
Well they say is a long line to hell
But I'm ma either get rich or
I'm ma die in jail
Until then I'm only trying to gain revenue
Raise a blade in a plate full of residue
Nine-Six Impala it's heaven blue
Being broke like you is what I'll never do
Purple juice and them zens
Got me sleep walking
She said niggas like me she don't see often
And I don't care if he
Shot I just keep sparking
I make niggas throw towels
And give peace offerings
I got two baby moms and we don't speak often
I just give'em bank rolls
And tell'em keep walking
I just show a bitch money
I don't keep talking
Then she slob on my nob like she retarded
Sour D four grams stuffed in a dutch
Fifty grand rubber band tucked in the cut
Two bitches four hand touching my nuts
Then I give'em long dick touching they gut
If money is the topic I get like Floyd
I be O Ting moving grams of the boy
If I don't know niggas my hand on toy
Cause I'm ma a fucking shooter Brandon Roy
My nigga Cass got the bent I need the 550
Only blow good smoke an L 550
He not a real connect if he can't supply 50
My cousin na get half cause
He'll die with me
O B A is the set and we gone make ours
Couple niggas got shot trying take ours
I was in the crack house with eight vows
You was like Eminem off of eight mile
In your shitty house writing rap songs
I use to run in niggas
House with the mac drawn
I guess you only need one mic like Nas
I take a four pound and a white-pot
Glock 30 con pact it's the right size
Vision ware on the stuff watch the white rise
I'm talking brick sales get your order up
I dry cook mine I don't like it watered up
If you short a buck I
Send them to the coroner
The gun small the clip hang like Florida
It say a stack on a
Scale when I weight powder
I'm a gangster a goon to the eighth power
I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy coke by
The key boy got dope and E boy
I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy coke by
The key boy got dope and the E boy