[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 n***a 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a, 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 n***as 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