Give It Up

You know what I'm sayin'
That's right
Everybody
What up

Where the pimps and the ballers at
Where the hoes in the tight clothes
Give it up if your money fat
To the homies locked up
For a little to the homies gone
Where the pimps and the ballers at
Where the hoes in the tight clothes
Give it up if your money fat
To the homies locked up
For a little to the homies gone

It's that G-R double E to the N
Y'all niggas wanna fuck with M-G
Y'all better recognize and go tell a friend
And let 'em know that I'm not to be fucked with
Can I get a fat blunt, full of chronic to my neck
Can you dig it, if you with it, let me hit it 'til you choke
Throw your set up way up in the air
If you don't care, little homies, give it up
Trippin' off them little silly ass hoes
Talkin' about they baby's daddy
In a eight-deuce drop top Caddy
The type of shit you see in Cali
Only in Cali in that alley
Servin' that cavi to the dope fiends all night
Know it ain't right, but I gotta get mine
Mad ass hustlin' every time
I'm finna get more than the average MC
Lettin' you all know that right now
Motherfuckers keep askin' me how
I pull down, straight back, go pow
None of your business, gotta make a livin' in the game
Ain't tryin' to get fucked
'Cause what you put down is what you pick up
Gotta have breakfast, dinner, plus lunch
Can I get a witness, nigga, can you feel me?
Gotta have love in this game
Ain't got no time for mistakes, it's a do or die state
Stop player hatin' me, man
See a scribble on the 110 freeway
Motherfuckers just stressin' theyself
The same way I'm expressin' myself
I got the bulletproof vest for my health
And so I give it up

Give it up, give it up
Give it up, give it up
Give it up, give it up
Give it up, give it up

Where the pimps and the ballers at
Where the hoes in the tight clothes
Give it up if your money fat
To the homies locked up
For a little to the homies gone
Where the pimps and the ballers at
Where the hoes in the tight clothes
Give it up if your money fat
To the homies locked up
For a little to the homies gone

Damn, Uncle Sam tryin' to keep a nigga broke
Girl keep bitchin' so I gotta take a toke
Lifestyle without a strap
Is like livin' every day in the jungle
Bitch niggas tryin' to have a nigga on his back
I break bread 'cause I'm humble
But I can't take no mo'
The mo' money, mo' problems, let me be the judge
Tryin' to have my fingers on hundreds and dubs
Platinum plus, everything green I touch
Nigga don't give a fuck
So quit hollerin' 'bout such and such
Did such and such and just kick back and smoke a blunt
Every baller in the industry heard of M-G
Suckers try to front and act like they know me
Hit the corner, smash it fast with my homie
All we do is laugh and blast 'cause they phony
Smokin' on chronic leaves
Chillin' with killers and thieves
Niggas can't fuck with me
Bitches like Rodney King
Give it up, smashin' the scene

Give it up, give it up
Give it up, give it up
Give it up, give it up
Give it up, give it up

Where the pimps and the ballers at
Where the hoes in the tight clothes
Give it up if your money fat
To the homies locked up
For a little to the homies gone
Where the pimps and the ballers at
Where the hoes in the tight clothes
Give it up if your money fat
To the homies locked up
For a little to the homies gone

Straighten up and get your act together
Because they tryin' to lock us up in cages
Try to take us out the stages
Everybody gone, all ages
Blame it on Black, mysteriously unknown
White folks wanna wipe us all out
No doubt, we the rulers of the earth
All we ever had was church, enemy is the only route
Motherfucker better check theyself
Before the ricky-dicky wreck theyself
Can't stop 'til too many records that are shipped
That's weeks straight sell off the motherfuckin' shelf
Man, these consequences no joke
You can't blame the little homie for sellin' dope
All he wrote 'cause he had no hope
Just to get by, we chronic smoke

Give it up, give it up
Give it up, give it up
Give it up, give it up
Give it up, give it up

Where the pimps and the ballers at
Where the hoes in the tight clothes
Give it up if your money fat
To the homies locked up
For a little to the homies gone
Where the pimps and the ballers at
Where the hoes in the tight clothes
Give it up if your money fat
To the homies locked up
For a little to the homies gone
Where the pimps and the ballers at
Where the hoes in the tight clothes
Give it up if your money fat
To the homies locked up
For a little to the homies gone
Where the pimps and the ballers at
Where the hoes in the tight clothes
Give it up if your money fat
To the homies locked up
For a little to the homies gone

Where the pimps and the ballers at
Where the pimps and the ballers at
Where the pimps and the ballers at
Where the hoes in the tight clothes
Where the pimps and the ballers at
Where the hoes in the tight clothes
Where the pimps and the ballers at