Letras:
E S G Ball Till We Die

spend We balling once again saw the benz with blue lens [Chorus] I don't see no reason why Me and my g's we can't ball till we die Sipping hennessy,

we ballin', for all the toys is what we hoppin' out My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high In the AM G5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang muf

we can meet Then live on to Compton, Slausen swap meet Worldwide, get swept away by the tide By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride [Verse 16: W

take a G-4 land to that H2 Hummer Leave a 745 in LA for the summer Got the world wide cell to check the e-mail Plus 41k plan in ATL got 8 females I see

You Know About That? I Know All About That Loaded 44s on the low where the cheese at? Fresh off the jet to the jects where the g's at? What You

Jerreau] Yeah. Okay. "Amsterdam" It's sly news ya heard? It's Jerreau ya heard? Evidence ya heard? Mick Boogie ya heard? Let's go. "Amsterdam was stuck

man tourin' ain't what it's all cranked up to be man It's a little different than you think man Yo so what is it really like baby} It's eight a.m. I

have 'em Seein' Neef we the streets, Gunnaz we the last one Can't stop, won't stop Chingy and the Gunnaz 'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down The

buck em in the gut and shoot you too [Chorus] Now you cant hate us all day We aint leavin no way We changed the whole game We brought you into the future