G Child-

Mr. President, hey, this is the G Child
Spacekateers, I'm back baby yes I'm back
And Mr. President you're not chillin in the house baby
You're not chillin in the house
Ya know why? huh? huh? Should I tell ya?
You know why? Yeah.. cuz ya ya ya ya chillin in the shack beeyatch!

(Chorus) x2
This is the shack, this is how we act
Caps I peel, flex my steel

Its ya muthafuckin third letter of ya alphabet
Put Knight at the end of it
Its a n***a you can't get with
Funky styles, I be showin n***as
I be blowin n***as straight out they socks, because
The Dove Shack is comin more twisted than dredlocks
Now plot on the shack if you wanna
But if you get caught slipping
We will be dippin
Down your block
Just to street sweep your spot, n***a
But you can still follow along, grab ahold of my nut sack
Because I've got the doja
Oh I haven't told ya much love to my n***a Warren
He's a G, hook me, now I'm gettin funky
I'm chillin with my feet up on the table in the shack
With my revolver, problem solver
Waitin for a n***a to fuck with this
So I can let his ass know who he is