[Intro: Iamsu!]

Uh

Right

HBK, yeah you know how we play

This sound like, top down in the Corvette

'89, '91

Uh

[Verse 1: Iamsu!]

Let me tell a little story about a ‘G’

2002 or maybe 2003

Six foot Mack with a knack for the funk

Supply the bass for your face in the trunk

I compose the beat, write the rap and I snap

And if the check bounce, the promoter get slapped

Cause there ain’t no faking when it comes to my dividends

Wake up in the morning and I stretch out my ligaments

Came from the rich, raised with respect

Momma was a teacher so I always came correct

Now we in effect, hopping off a jet

With some light work, two chains on my neck

I dress to impress, I don’t smoke the sessameal

Always keep the paper feel

Reefer give me sex appeal

Please unwind, and go and hope on this ride

With the greatest of all time

(Huh)

[Verse 2: Dave Steezy]

How I look at it you aren’t supposed to stunt

Prior to me rolling this I smoked a joint, yeah

And that’s exactly why my eyes red

Stoner nigga that's addicted to all this high-end shit

And the money’s probably all I need

But I won’t stop until I’m dead like [?]

Smoking fire and half of these niggas liars

I just try to everything I can to remain a 'G'

And bet I rock Mookey, bet caught babe

Bet I roll a doobie up and smoke it to their face

I with my niggas every day and we ain’t do a lot of playing

We just get into the money better listen what I’m saying

Young shmop legend, will I stop? Never

And when them new yeezys drop I’m trying to cop 7

No lie, I kill them with style, they feelin' me now, like Iamsu’s is, im too sick, super half, too lit

(Oo)

[Verse 3: Jay Ant]

This ain’t the life that we chose, it’s the life that chose us

They tell us cuz we rap, we need our neck all froze up

But not I, start a hurricane if I fly by

I’m that fly, it’s the B I G, pimping like I’m hover

Even my mamma drive a range rover

Me sober? Nah nigga, I'm 3 high

If you don’t smoke, you shouldn’t ride how we ride

California chillin’ cuz we got the best wee-ahd

Yup, me and my niggas smoke

And remember you don’t smoke if you too afraid to choke

High as ceiling, go A-team, like a Chilean, mind on a million, and finished, isn’t it?

(Yeh)

[Verse 4: Kool John]

Is you are, is you ain’t

Man I’m on the road to the top, I can’t wait

And I’m in the clique for the grinders, my team straight

I’m from the home of the players but niggas love to hate

You act like all I wanna do is zoom-zoom in your boom-boom

When I come, girl you come too

Yea we grown-ups who doing what we wanna do

Like write raps about things that we gonna do

Like have a house on the hill that’s a stunner’s view

Like probably cop a couple cars and have a hundred shoes

I’mma ask, watch her buns, love her booty, hella too

I’m shmop livin’ and I’m doin’ what I wanna do

I’m ducking suckas, busting nuts, making business moves

It’s hot out, top down, feet up out the coupe

I hit the spot get the money then I ‘skrrrt’ out

I pull bitches and ain’t even gotta work out

(Ehk!)

[Outro: P-Lo]

What up mane

Y’all ain’t fuckin with these young niggas mane

The game will never be the same

The game is to be sold, and not to be told, my brothaah

And I’m out

One love