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Spice 1

"Stickin' to the 'G' Code"

(Intro: Spice 1)
Yeah, hah, hahaha
And you don't stop

(Spice 1)
It's heatin' up like NBA Jams
I'll put the meal up in your coffin with the dunk slams
Is it the shoes? No it's just my gangsta funk
And it's the way that I be feelin' when I hit the skunk
Rolls off them blunts, I'm smokin' off five before it's twelve 'o' clock
I hit the blacks, see my n*ggas they servin' them knots
It's an everyday thing, see n*gga's they gotta get paid
I'm rollin' up in my Cherokee some n*gga's playa hatin' me
But see some n*ggas lovin' me, like 2 Pac, Richie Rich and the Guv ya see
Yeah I got some real n*ggas on my side ready to hoo-ride, and to all G codes apply
So put your rap up in that funk mode and now you know ho so don't even ask
Because we stickin' to the G code

(Chorus: Rosa Knight)
Playa hate me, (stickin' to the G code) I ain't givin' a f*ck
Stickin' to the G code (stickin' to the G code)

(Spice 1)
I ain't gon' never play myself out like some punk ass
You gotta shoot my drunk ass before I bust a cap up in your mark ass
And n*gga that's game, you can't even given a sh*t 'bout a motherf*ckin' thing playboy
See me and the n*ggas that I be kickin' it with be talkin' sh*t
We comin' with straight motherf*ckin' real when we spit
So if you thinkin' you wanna test this young n*gga black
My uzi's follow up motherf*ckers like some chrome gat
Leave you flat on that ass as I hop into
My motherf*ckin' dopefiend rental and smob and smash
Steppin' to my face and watch my gat EXPLODE!!!
Unload, reload n*gga, b*tch!!

(Chorus: Rosa Knight)
Playa hate me, (cause I'm stickin' to the G code) I ain't givin' a f*ck
Stickin' to the G code (stickin' to the G code)
Playa hate me, (hey) I ain't givin' a f*ck
Stickin' to the G code

(Spice 1)
I'm rippin' sh*t up like a motherf*ckin' hurricane, shady n*ggas blurr my brain
Livin' up out my window pane with my strap
Got one in the chamber, ready to aim a hollow tip
Me catch your grip up on my pistol as I wait for you to slip up
Just another stick up, it's just ate my clip up
Rip, rupt sh*t with my Mack 10 hiccup
f*ck all them n*ggas who be funny style riders
Stack my money pile a n*gga that's tryin' to keep his ball on
You must be gone if you think I've fallen off
What I'm talkin' 'bout put these motherf*ckers up in coffins
Killin' 'em off and leave their bodies hummin' like Luther Van Dross
If I don't get ya then the next n*gga payin' the cost
I ain't the n*gga to be f*cked with, ready to overload n*gga
Cause I'm stickin' to the G code

(Chorus: Rosa Knight)
Playa hate me, I ain't givin' a f*ck
Stickin' to the G code

(Spice 1)
Don't like to let these n*ggas think I'm a sucker ass
Gat these motherf*ckers fast if they don't feel me like a real n*gga
f*ck 'em all if they wanna be like gats slipped
My clip up in my strap like Shaq and get to bustin' three
n*ggas in a line, Glock twenty-three and my loved hard times
So n*gga don't be trippin' if I'm bustin' out my car window for nothin'
A motherf*cker gettin' more than just a little concussion player
See how you gon' do n*ggas some harm
When you so motherf*ckin' soft n*ggas wanna squeeze your Charmin
Let 'em know you ain't bullsh*ttin' homie
Make them motherf*ckers say: "Damn, why he pull his strap on me?"
In ninety-fo' you know I'm tryin' to have this sh*t sewed
And I'm stickin' to the G code

(Chorus: Rosa Knight)
Playa hate me, I ain't givin' a f*ck
Stickin' to the G code
Playa hate me, I ain't givin' a f*ck
Stickin' to the G code

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