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点击复制 作词 : Green, Reed
Yeah, what's up fool
9-4, Spice 1
Kickin' that G shit
Tell me what that mail like nigga
Want to make money
This one or get smoked
Push it in push it out
And I be the nigga with the motha****in' Glock
Yeah, shoulda knew it was a baller motha****in' G
Hoppin' out a goddamn ninety four Cherokee
Dumpin' **** like a motha****in' cooper scoop a
Nigga off his feet with the millami the Ruger
So tell me what that mail like
I keep possession of the yayo for sales hid in my tail light
Throw away Gats bubble gum pimps
And two dollar *****es on my nut sack
And it was all a part of being young
My little nuts hung
Fascinated by the Tommy gun
Niggas throwin' up sets this is murder tonight
But **** that **** nigga
Tell me what that mail like
Tell me what that mail like
Tell me what that mail like
Tell me what that mail like
Po-Po's want to quiet me
Cause I was tearin' up **** like the motha****in' liar G
Wax and Tat's from my nigga Andrew Jackson
Movin' ki's in large fractions
And this is the American dream
To a young mutha****a age thirteen to nineteen
He used to be my best friend
But the system got us bustin' at each other over Franklin
And that little white ***** got the whole world smoked up
And then it be causin' them niggas to loc up
Smokin' mutha****as 'cause they asked me
Ay, nigga, do your momma smoke D
That's the **** I gotta deal with
Real last niggas can you feel it
Tell me what that mail like
Tell me what that mail like
Tell me what that mail like
Tell me what that mail like
Gotta live up to my rap as a G
Still countin' mail age twenty three
See me and Franklin they can't stop us
And now I got no friends I done smoked all my patnas
I never thought that the money will definitely kill y'all
Four lil' young mutha****as robbin' liquor stores
It's all good patna get your cash
Till one of them got panicky and started to blast
I took 2 to the chest and 1 to the gut
Lyin' on the ground confused as ****ed
I guess it had to take the bullet
To prove that the way I grew up was bullshit
Lucky for me I had my vest on
Cause I wouldn't look too gritty with my chest gone
Fool, and I'm back I'll be slangin' them D
Got a nut in my pocket way unleased a G
See I'm a soldier in the **** you can tell right, nigga
So tell me what that mail like
Tell me what that mail like
Tell me what that mail like
Tell me what that mail like
Tell me what that mail like