Tash - G's Iz G's lyrics

[tash] (who we got?) We got catash and kuruption What the f** is yo' function? We got catash and kurupt 'bout to f** sh** up I'm sippin' nuttin' but the best; what you got in yo' cup? [kurupt] Hennessey [verse one--tash] Yeah, yeah, that make me tweak on beats Tash be kickin' so much a** i rock cleats on concrete So get the pictuah My rap style'll hit ya 'til ya move back This ain't the kind of sh** that help stella get her groove back It's on co' uncle Raps that keeps me flossin' While yo' album on the shelf gettin' dusty at the slausson Swap Pop that glock Clock that knot It's thin line between love and hate It's thin line between compton 'n' watts What you got? Yo' motherf**ers is nerds Yo, kurupt, tell these n***as what the f** you heard! [kurupt] (check it out) I heard it saggin' in bandanas sh** to spit the leaves Split like bananas Poetical scanners Make the crowd go banana' Furious, luxurious, an' glamorous b**hes and cameras Experts' Impenetrability exerts Burst a verse And since nuttin' but trouble incense jerks (back in the day) Silently clashin' Clash is Throwin' towels in like pa**es All i want to know is where the a** is If you got yo' pistol let it sizzle an' whistle I'm agile; you fragile-- Gla** and crystal I'm priceless--the nicest Yeah, that's right Nice enough to bring the snub and bust on sight [chorus] [tash] We got catash and kurupt 'bout to f** it up I'm sippin' nuttin' but the best; what you got in yo' cup? [kurupt] Hennessey, n***a Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah indeed [tash] You know i got the malibu [kurupt] I got the orange weed [tash] We got catash and kurupt 'bout to f** it up I'm sippin' nuttin' but the best; what you got in yo' cup? [kurupt] O.e., homey, yeah Oh, yeah, indeed [tash] You know i got the hennessey [kurupt] I got the orange weed, n***a [both] 'cause bustas is bustas, an' g's iz g's But ain't nobody f**in' 'round wit' mcs like these [verse two--tash] Somebody buck this n***a' keys; this lil' punk must be drunk I let that n***a hit my weed, he walked away wit' my blunt And that's a no-no, loco So it's one way to settle this: You gots to box a round wit' the ghetto-est gold medalist Tash got a rough rambunction in the function Yo, this sh** ain't even fear It's kinda like we punchin' munchkins So let that n***a slide He too wide-eyed to hide it Tash'll slap his a** so hard, i'll leave his afro lopsided You got it? Good Tell your boyz 'n' the hood My style's a work of art--it's like i carved it from wood I'm often misunderstood, 'cause my style is freaky-deaky I could say some simple sh** and lose your stupid a** completely So meet me on the block when you come to the west Bangin' styles that'll wash you up quicker than zest Layin' rap styles to rest if yo' sh** ain't tight (nighty-night) Yo, catash, tell these n***as who they got tonight! [chorus] Rum 'n' coke... Gin 'n' juice... [kurupt] Olde english 800 Yeah, that's my brand Drink it in a cold 40 ounce or a can Only if gangstas come, i'll mash Quickly be on ritzy, 'cause he down to blast If you got it, i'm 'a get it Ya heard me, homey? I'm o.g. I swerve and dip slowly, homey Easily i approach This bustah-a** n***a fi'n' to blaze this roach Pull out my pistol and put it to his chin It's already co*ked, so, i'm like "f** it, then" You's a b**h, and that's all you'll be An' i don't give a f** to let a n***a hear it from me You got calibers, i got cali-co. You got teflon, i got napalm I come around from the side I'm gangstain' it up Pimpin' wit' pounds o' hash Wit' dis bad lil' mama wit' a gang o' a** [outro--kurupt] Yeah, n***as Kurupt young gotti (dpg) Tash, wha's crackin? [tash] You know... Same sh** different toilet Put it down, my n***a from the west coast Kurupt: dogg pound gangsta But hold up, man While we in this muthaf**ah, let me give a shout-out to my n***a king Tee The whole likwit crew (only bad b**hes allowed) Oh, what? Only bad b**hes? It's a gangsta party [kurupt] Alkaholik gathering, muthaf**ah...punk [tash] Alkaholiks, dpg