Rabu, 02 Februari 2011

Yung Joc-I'm a G (feat. Bun B, Young Dro)

[INTRO (Yung Joc)]
Is that right?
Block
Hustlenomic$
BNT ho!
A G is what a G does bay, my momma told me dat
BNT ho!
Dro, Bun-B, Yung Joc..let's go

[Chorus]
I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less
And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest
Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G

[Verse 1: Yung Joc]
You can catch me in the A
Check my DNA
What can I say? I'm a G 100% all da way
The block on lock, jet like the chain gang
The hustlenomic$ piece back and forth when the chain swang
I'm blowin' grandaddy just so I can maintain
I'm a G and I'll tell ya bitch da same thang
Middle finga to ya pussies, nigga no shame
'77 Chevelle, same color cocaine
And I a true balla n G playin in da deck
Out with the young'ns nigga, get money and respect
You in that name droppin' get u and yo mans wet
Nigga I'm a G now who the f**k u think u playin wit?

[Chorus x2]
I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less
And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest
Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G

[Verse 2: Young Dro]
Aiyyo, pull up on the scene
Bitch I'm cleaner than chlorine
Blockstar comin' I'm proud of sellin' ??
Shootin' nigga yeah I'm from north streets no bean
Work for some of my cousins down in Florida and they ain't boring

All I want is some more cream, my wrist on jack frost
Tellin' me when they see me, my wrist on jack frost
I ain't gotta say how much the motha f**kin bet cost
30" stretchas on the Escalade ??
Bitch I'm from the projects you can't miss me wit dat rep talk
Catch me up on 6th road tearin' up da asphault
Took alota cash and walked
Jury, scurred me
Eights on da ?? make it hard to steering
Swingin' on dem niggas, swear I gotta feel some fury
Trappin at da hotel, you can catch me at the jewlery
A general and surely man I seem pearly
I got this shit locked, tell mom don't worry

[Chorus x2]
I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less
And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest
Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G

[Verse 3: Bun-B]
You see me hop out of a '08 somethin' on 24's
Rockin' in newest da newest earrings, next seasons clothes
I guess that's the reason ho's stop drop tuck and roll
Like an inferno they turn over and suck a pole
I'm so f**kin' cold I give a polar bear frost bite
You see my jewelry, you know what it cost right?
You see my jewelry, it's bigger than your arm so
No tryin' foolery and you won't see the palm blow
Me da bomb ho, yung joc got da work, I need some hydro smoke and dro got da purp
Let me hear dem on da church and orchestra ronde vu
We meet some boppas, bottles, and don't forget the bumpin too
Yeah, you know who's keepin it trilla
Just name any thug, gangsta, soul-ja, or guerilla
I'll snatch him up by his shouldas and strip off his strips
Cuz when you trill you don't trip off da height, that ain't my type

[Chorus x3]
I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G)
And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less
And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest
Cuz I'm a A B C D E F G

sweetbox-life is so cool

I never really try to be positive
I’m too damn busy being negative
So focused on what I get
And never understand what it means to live
You know we all love to just complain
But maybe we should try to rearrange
There’s always someone
Who’s got it worse than you

(chorus)
My life is so cool
My life is so cool
Oh yeah
From a different point of view

(verse 2)
We’re all so busy tryin’to get ahead
Got a pillow of fear when we go to bed
We’re never satisfied
The grass is greener on the other side
We're so distracted with the jealousy
Forget it’s in our hands to stop the agony
Will you ever be content
On your side of the fence?

(verse 3)
Maybe you’re the guy who needs a second chance
Maybe you’re the girl who’s never asked to dance
Maybe you’re lonely soul
A single mother scared and all alone
Gotta remember we live what we choose
It’s not what you say It’s what you do
And the life you want
Is the life you have to make