(feat. Carmen Sandiego) [E.S.G.] Yeah you got it, I'm a hogg underground S.E.S. we next up, fuck who use to run the town Saw you and your soldier around
Tradução: ESG. Ahora usted Callin '.
see yar, it's E.R Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star Tell me how they gonna manage Letting off Virgina Tech's now, dudes ain't even safe on campus
: [Ad-libs] Uh, they call me G-H-E-T-T-O, nigga Uh, uh, I'm back on that bullshit Haha, who could fuck around? Huh? uh.. [verse] I bet you look at things
They call me G-H-E-T-T-O Black star power, like B-E-T shows I'm usually pullin up in the G-T slow Flashing my ring finger with the E-T glow I'm that nucca
street dreams are made of nigga Hate me now Do it now nigga I'm burnin' like them blue flames nigga They call me G-H-E-T-T-O- Ghetto Lets do this right
wrapped in rubber bands watcha selling blowing again How she got you on the run But you call that hoe your friend You weren't supposed to bring her home What you do you
ll really put the rougar to ya. Scared how that new shit drop, set up shop. R.E.D. Album gonna drop, them niggas gonn call cotch, Niggas gonna call cops
free, you been warned god Church, Higher power Impala sittin clean like it took 5 showers Nigga I'm the G.A.M.E. so don't you tempt me Your chest'll be
clap I tried to spare you Young Buck, now it's time for payback It go, how you from Cashville but you ain't got no cash nigga? Say my name now that's
of New York? You Jorge Pasada I throw 'em, you catch 'em, that's not a threat, that's a promise You did 6 months, now you a convict? I accepted your phones calls now you
spark come out it Now now who's the wanksta? At Hot 97 you called police then called for peace D-d-dear Mr. Interscope, I'll put you in a scope Burst
freaks, Move bitch! Who the fuck you think they came to see? The protege of the D R E, You take a picture with him, and you gotta fuck me, And you gotta
you I made you I made you I made you Mr. Potato Head I Made you Yes, I Made you Mr. Potato Head I Made you! I Made you I Made You! Mr. Potato Head I Made
out the hospital or fresh out the prison Real *****s for life, the rules of the G NWA got the D.R.E [The Game] We not S.T.A.R.'s We don't put stars on
faggots. G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-UNOT! Hahahaha Pop off nigga, Hahahaha, Pop off It's me, The G-A-M-E, gone
