I'm A G Boy Lyrics

Yeah Yeah Cassidy and i aint in no motha fucking gang
but I'm a motha fucking gangster real rap
Imma G boy get smoked by the P boy coc by the key boy got dope and E boy

[Chorus]
Imma G boy Imma Imma Imma G boy (Imma gangsta)
Imma G boy Imma Imma Imma G boy (Imma gangsta)
Imma G boy get smoked by the P boy (yeah)
coc by the key boy (yeah)
got dope and E boy(yeah)
Imma G boy Imma Imma Imma G boy (Imma gangsta)
Imma G boy Imma Imma Imma G boy (Imma gangsta)
Imma G boy get smoked by the P boy (yeah)
coc by the key boy (yeah)
got dope and E boy(yeah)

(Cassidy)

all this rappers is acting like all the actors in the gangster flicks
they act gangster but really don't do no gangster shit
you not a gangster cause you on a real gangster dick
a gangster rap is a rap that a real gangster spit
a gangster should never kiss another gangster lips
you shouldn't even kiss a gangster bitch on some gangster shit
my flow cold like a runny nose I'm bouts to blow like a handkerchief
and you ain't on my thank you list
think of me when you think of jay-z think of kiss
fif or Em when you think of them think of this
I'm ma bout to go pick up this little stinky bitch
and get brain but not the same brain she be thinking with
banger by my pancreas if a nigah think he slick
I'll blow his brain out now he can't think for shit
bitch this how goon talk
clip look like half a moon and it will make a nigah moon walk
I'm not the king of pop but my thing finger pops
i sell bricks and got that Elvis I'm the king of rock
I'm still slanging rock trap phone ring a lot
clientele popping up I'm on the block guapping up
i got that fish you got that shit that they locking up
yup is going to be hard to push if that shit is hard to cook
the hard i cook give the phines the retarded look
i get stupid cake cause one hit will give'em the stupid face
they smoke your coc and there's no result they not high
they smoke my coc and they over dose they not alive
i aint bagging white for bragging rights
but i was broke so i had to sell coc to get my swagger right
I'm the hustler cause I've been hustling for half my life
anything I'm hustling I bought for lease half the price
my coupe blue and I'm cute too ask your wife
she had a tight little ass she could only take half the pipe
you have a pipe but you pussy a Hermaphrodite
is a men's world but if is drama you girl up
when ice cube was Jerry curled up
rap was my hole world until rap started fucking my world up

[Chorus]
Imma G boy Imma Imma Imma G boy (Imma gangsta)
Imma G boy Imma Imma Imma G boy (Imma gangsta)
Imma G boy get smoked by P boy (yeah)
coc by the key boy (yeah)
got dope and E boy(yeah)
Imma G boy Imma Imma Imma G boy (Imma gangsta)
Imma G boy Imma Imma Imma G boy (Imma gangsta)
Imma G boy get smoked by P boy (yeah)
coc by the key boy (yeah)
got dope and E boy(yeah)

(Ar-Ab)

Where I'm from get the money be the object
i get mines putting fire to the Pirex
so fuck a diss track i bring it to you direct
i kill you then the witness die next
forty four bulldog get the five vex
you never progress if you only side bet
I'm trying to kill two birds with one stone
i just grab two birds now one gone
I supply it well that's my clientele
i fire shell if any of my client tells well
they say is a long line to hell
but I'm ma either get rich or I'm ma die in jail
until then I'm only trying to gain revenue
raise a blade in a plate full of residue
Nine-Six Impala it's heaven blue
being broke like you is what I'll never do
purple juice and them zens got me sleep walking
she said nigahs like me she don't see often
and i don't care if he shot i just keep sparking
i make nigah throw towels and give peace offerings
i got two baby moms and we don't speak often
i just give'em bank rolls and tell'em keep walking
i just show a bitch money i don't keep talking
then she slob on my nob like she retarded
sour D four grams stuffed in a dutch
fifty grand rubber band tucked in the cut
two bitches four hand touching my nuts
then i give'em long dick touching they gut
if money is the topic i get like Floyd
i be O-Ting moving grams of the boy
if i don't know nigahs my hand on toy
cause I'm ma a fucking shooter Brandon Roy
my nigah Cass got the bent i need the 550
only blow good smoke an L 550
his not a real connect if he cant supply 50
my cousin na get half cause he'll die with me
O B A still a set and we gone make ours
couple nigahs got shot trying take ours
i was in the crack house with eight vows
you was like Eminem of eight miles
in your shitty house writing rap song
i use to run in nigahs house with the mac drawn
i guess you only need one mic like Nas
i take a four pound and a white-pot
Glock 30 con-pact it's the right size
vision ware on the stuff watch the white rise
I'm talking brick sales get your order up
i dry cook mine i don't like it watered up
if you short a buck i send them to the coroner
the gun small the clip hang like Florida
it say a stack on a scale when i weight powder
I'm a gangster a goon to the eighth power

[Chorus]
Imma G boy Imma Imma Imma G boy (Imma gangsta)
Imma G boy Imma Imma Imma G boy (Imma gangsta)
Imma G boy get smoked by P boy (yeah)
coc by the key boy (yeah)
got dope and E boy(yeah)
Imma G boy Imma Imma Imma G boy (Imma gangsta)
Imma G boy Imma Imma Imma G boy (Imma gangsta)
Imma G boy get smoked by P boy (yeah)
coc by the key boy (yeah)
got dope and E boy(yeah)

(Merci à Lord Ojaak pour cettes paroles)