[Verse 1:] Follow the leader, bad senoritas in two seater's She loves green, that's money, Mary Jane and Margaritas The way it seems, the streets be
[Verse 1: Mike G] Constantly breaking down trees just to lift him up Might keep a main bitch or a plethora of different sluts So cocky that I think I
wir sind cool, wie Kiev. Ihr seid G's, nur Movie - G's. 257, Jay, Fave. Junge wir sind was, wir sind.. ahh.. PAC! Mike: Butter bei de' Fische, Mikroleader
sind stilvolle Parts Peace, Knolle, Haze, Ritalin, Tonic, Gras und dann ich flieg sondern was bis nach Ibiza bade dort und beef noch n Hase Mutterficker ich bin G
devine Titanium Hydro collado, Yo dunn dunn polly dis conjunction Son what, slang doctor, Medicaid the kids pay it say if these niggas in affect dunn, stay rap related Cassette rhymer, 5-G
V-12 engine, corners spinnin Twinkies shinin, pinky ring Armadale, nigga stinky stink Top, down, my cash is up Gold chain, I don't give a fuck Gold brain
the rearview V-12 engine, corners spinnin Twinkies shinin, pinky ring Armadale, nigga stinky stink Top, down, my cash is up Gold chain, I don't give a fuck Gold
care to give when they ride like a saddle Hip Hop crowd well in doubt where are you now? [Verse 6: Mike G. from The Jungle Brothers] It's the Jungle
wolves bang where a couple bears hang With a white box logo with a couple stains From a black creampie in a whitey, make it light gray [Hook] [Verse 3: Mike G
: [feat. Mike G] [Verse 1: Hodgy Beats] Get the scale, weed I got a grip for sale Bitch I'm making chip off sales while sipping on White Zinfandael
the best type of rapper But hafta, show them motherfuckers what I'm after I'm after the gold, then after that the platinum Beef after that, Hurricane G
could come f, they could fuck wit this Dunn [Rakeem] Yo G, the Mexican niggaz is definitely buggin the fuck [*cop's walkie talkie is heard*] [Raekwon] Mike
side Staying alive was no jive At second hands, moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo
rearview V-12 engine, corners spinnin' Twinkies shinin', pinky ring Armadale, nigga stinky stink Top, down, my cash is up Gold chain, I don't give a fuck Gold
B you know he down with us Short Dog and Doc down with us Eric B and Pimp C you know they down with us Black Rob and Eight ball down with us M.J.G.
gold rims number 8 Jordans Here we on Maxwell Street for the Polish shit... Grilled onions and no mustard... Everybody from the go already know the biz... Chuck's from Detroit, Mike
I lounge like a stepper Grandma, breaks it, 8, we wait (Ch ch chaa) I got scratch like a DJ I used to want to be like, I used to want to be like Mike
the white Benz, same color Mike skin, Make ya soul spin when the ping load in, Au revoir, goodbye, now applaud [Verse 4 - Lil' Chuckee] Young money lil' G