Текст песни Bring Back That G... (feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg & Goldie Loc) - Kurupt feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg & Goldie Loc

Ride, ride, rough, ride on, ride on
Roll on, roll on, what, what, what?
Ride on, ride on, roll on
Nigga, what, what, what, what? Ride on
This is the game you wanna spit to a nigga
Let a nigga know it′s all right, cascades
And G'z stompin′ on niggas like parades
Escapades and charades played when the stampede stopped
And it continuously
Young Gotti seen so many bodies
Drop fours, hop classics and drastic measures
Principle's a pleasure and penal endeavors
Whatever the case, whatever case, it's caught on a chase
When a chase, it began in the facial of race
Me and Fred, he make beats, I make rhymes
And Snoop, he controls and calculates
Impervious moves, the Pound Pentagon
Wit a pistols, I holla where the gangstas′ at
Daz poppin′ his collar, nigga, sweet and sour
Pop Chucks and collars
Rollin' through the streets in my ′84 Impala
Holla, holla, if you wanna, we gon' run it from the co′na
It's the killa California, ya see
I do it to ya ′cause I know ya screw it, you do up, tryna do us
But you can't because you lovin' this beat
We dump, dump to make you pump, pump
We comin′ wit the heat to make ya trunk bump
Freddy said he had a whole a gritty down to go steady
And stick up Eddie for his fedy
And bring it all back to daddy
I want bread, cheese, now put it on the patty
Knick knack style, kick back and flip files
In the verge and now listen here, honey child
Bow wow, do ya now, how ya like it, doggystyle?
Smile and grinnin′, sippin' on some gin′n
Roll wit a cap and y'all strapped in
Once ya back in, it′s straight mackin', I keep it crackin′
This is how we all get down
Bring back that G shit fo' me
This is how we all get down
Bring back that G shit fo' me
This is how we all get down
Bring back that G shit fo′ me
This is how we all get down
Bring back that G shit fo′ me
I know I slept you, kept ya, finna fetch you
Snatch you back too, slapped you and rapped too
The vacuum sat 'chu and rat packed you, act two
Now what must I do?
To get you back to the way is used to see
DPG C′ology
I'm not talkin′ 'bout chemistry or biology
This G-ology, you feelin′ me?
Niggas be killin' me and willin' me
Silly, he thinkin′ y′all gon' smash on me
Blast on me, the audacity
I′ll take ya back to the ol' school
And let ya cut class wit me
Get some ass wit me
Then get us somethin′ to drink
And let you sip out the same glass as me
And now you feelin' like a killa
And it was all over weed and a tall can of Miller
Illa, kill a nigga like a flea
Big Snoopy D O double gizzle
Way off tha hizzle, my nizzle
I hit niggas and bitches if you fuck wit my mental
′Cause I'm a killa and stick release ya pop like a pimple
If you don't got my money, I suggest you run
′Cause the Gold Loc, he do you like a 20 or done
Ain′t no fun the way I play, nigga, I plays fo' keeps
No details, you′ve just been sweeped to sleep
Locations, directions, not even a trace
Bitch, I doubt it, if ya body get found like waste
In the alley, killa Cali 'cause Eastside is Crips
Never slip, set trip and smoke chronic dip, cuz
This is how we all get down
Bring back that G shit fo′ me
This is how we all get down
Bring back that G shit fo' me
This is how we all get down
Bring back that G shit fo′ me
This is how we all get down
Bring back that G shit fo' me
Snoop Doggy Dogg is gonna do ya
Fredwreck got the reefers bumpin' through ya
Goldie Loc can put the G and the C
Wit Kurupt, Young Gotti from the DPG
Bitch, hey