Artist: C-Bo feat Jt the bigga figga, tay
Album: Enemy of the state
Song: G’z
Typed by: Salazar_Spencer@Hotmail.com

Verse 1
(C-bo)
I ain’t the baddest guy around
But I’m respected by most
And from coast to coast
With flows I ain’t ejacted by most
I stand 6 foot two eighty
Come crushing like a bullet
For living the life of luxury
Rapping is my only tool
Westcoast mafia keeps a nigga pay the fool
Dipping bentlys navis and ol school’s
Quick to treat your bitch like a jewel
Mines like a fool but if the bitch ain’t fucking or sucking
I’m cool
Luxury dreams of having swimming pools full of models
Screaming out of the roof Westsiiiiiiiiiiiiiide
With a bently chauffeur on the throttle
Moet bottles and scholars
I holler I’m about the bitches and top dollar

Verse 2
(Jt the bigga figga)
Borderline at the top of my hustle cuz making money is a hobby
Independent in the game we bubble
Doing thangs and it might seem strange
For the fame
Swerving lanes in a hard top range
We in the game on some other shit
Thugging for paper we pulling capers
We the mob playas way too suave like tony drapiar
Boss nigga
Changing rules for seven figga niggas
It will cross niggas form a glite like gold jiggas
Get them off niggas
Like pinky rings and presidentials
Strip for they twentys cuban links and good bitches
They got a problem asking them questions
Tell them I sent you and come through
My block it’s like a movie screen adventure
Checking hoes playas back on my toes
Divide the profit in the back you suckas know how it goes
Ain’t no punk shit crubling and broccli we blowing teas

Chorus
(Tay)
I know my Mama felt the drama
When she forced me out the glock
My first mission was to dissovle the spot
Make it or not
I used to watch bg’s hustle and bubble up
I was raised corrupt
Nobody gave a fuck
Had to learn game from young thugs on my block
Cuz I never really knew Pops
Started serving rocks
Stashing next cash in a shoe box
Saw my first record baby fifth up in the mix
Doing crazy shit
Caught up with a shady click
Loving life feddy chasing
I’m a down ass G
Ain’t the faking what I’m lacing
We the real ridas and killas
In smash regals
Verbal dig’em like tat needles
When they speaking on my peoples
You know we ride till we die
And we all high ready for the homicide
Qualified to be your g’z
The homies call me mash