paroles de chanson Who's the G - B.G. Knocc Out feat. Dre'sta

Yeah, I sit back and ask myself a question
Y'know what I'm saying
Nigga who's the G
Is it him, is it me
Who's the G Is it him, him or me
I can tell you blind to the facts So you can not see
But you better recognize What's in front of your eyes Putting the mash down on these bustas in 9-5
Nigga, Compton style How you like me now If you can't fade these bustas
Then you better run the town You thinks, when I was raised I was never taught to fight fair Blew up and grew up to be your worst nightmare
Nigga I thought you knew That I wasn't the o-n-e, been bangin
And givin up the hood since 83 Did my first drive by, when I was only 8 And when I turned 9, got in my first high speed chase
In the blew out, rock
I had the cops on my jock Cos I was poppin shots At niggas on the next block Mark ass niggas is kinda bad for my health
Next time you get a chance, ask yourself, nigga
Who's the G?
The K-N-O-double C, O-U-T So keep asking, and I'mma keep blasting
Who's the G?
The K-N-O-double C, O-U-T So keep asking, and I'mma keep blasting
Who's the G?
The K-N-O-double C, O-U-T So keep asking, and I'mma keep blasting
Who's the G?
The K-N-O-double C, O-U-T So keep asking, and I'mma keep blasting
Coming with that real Ain't no fakin or shakin Unlike these other punk motherfuckers perpatraitin
Like they dogs and hogs And got the balls of a trojan But they get outta dodge
When they see me rollin Up they street Got the heat sittin on the front seat Niggas peep the BG And they begin to meet they fate Gettin ghost, cos they know
That the gangsta be fucked with Cos when it's time to ride I'm tearing up shit
Makin hits like the mob Quick to get the job done A superb hoodlum
These thirds, like the good son Come, come
Watch a nigga get done, diddy, done I told you, that you can't get none
You silly bum Stay down You can't deal, with the real
So chill Take a look into the eyes of a nigga that kill
No I'm not from Ill town But I'm down, with Nutty Next time you get the chance You better ask somebody
Who's the G?
The K-N-O-double C, O-U-T So keep asking, and I'mma keep blasting
Who's the G?
The K-N-O-double C, O-U-T So keep asking, and I'mma keep blasting
Who's the G?
The K-N-O-double C, O-U-T So keep asking, and I'mma keep blasting
Who's the G?
The K-N-O-double C, O-U-T So keep asking, and I'mma keep blasting
I'm like Cube I act the fool When they tippin on the enemy Homicide is my tendency
When I'm drunk of that henessy Niggas be All up on my set Talkin smack, all behind a niggas back
But they don't wanna scrap
In the street, toe to toe Blow to blow, like some soldiers Barehanded
Nigga, and see who's standing when it's over You too thin to win I'mma check that chin
When I'm finished You ain't never try to step again Or even try to come near
The gangsta mack of the year' Who this nigga think he is '
I'm that nigga who you fear Beware of a loc who ain't takin no shit
And if you don't wanna get with you
You better stay of my dick Nigga, I'm rollin thick
And my click, got my back Alert, and my studio is ready to attack And when you learn your lesson
Bout steppin in my direction Take time out And ask yourself one question
Who's the G?
The K-N-O-double C, O-U-T So keep asking, and I'mma keep blasting
Who's the G?
The K-N-O-double C, O-U-T So keep asking, and I'mma keep blasting
Who's the G?
The K-N-O-double C, O-U-T So keep asking, and I'mma keep blasting
Who's the G?
The K-N-O-double C, O-U-T So keep asking, and I'mma keep blasting