Kurupt - Bring Back That G lyrics

Ride, ride, rough, ride on, ride on Roll on, roll on, what, what, what? Ride on, ride on, roll on n***a, what, what, what, what? Ride on This is the game you wanna spit to a n***a Let a n***a know it's all right, cascades And G'z stompin' on n***as like parades Escapades and charades played when the stampede stopped And it continuously Young Gotti seen so many bodies Drop fours, hop cla**ics 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, n***a, 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 k**a 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 sh** fo' me This is how we all get down Bring back that G sh** fo' me This is how we all get down Bring back that G sh** fo' me This is how we all get down Bring back that G sh** 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? n***as be k**in' 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 cla** wit me Get some a** wit me Then get us somethin' to drink And let you sip out the same gla** as me And now you feelin' like a k**a And it was all over weed and a tall can of Miller Illa, k** a n***a like a flea Big Snoopy D O double gizzle Way off tha hizzle, my nizzle I hit n***as and b**hes if you f** wit my mental 'Cause I'm a k**a 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, n***a, I plays fo' keeps No details, you've just been sweeped to sleep Locations, directions, not even a trace b**h, I doubt it, if ya body get found like waste In the alley, k**a 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 sh** fo' me This is how we all get down Bring back that G sh** fo' me This is how we all get down Bring back that G sh** fo' me This is how we all get down Bring back that G sh** 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 b**h, hey