Letras:
Willie D Do It Like It G O

to that other level of the game And do it like a G.O. [Johny 'C'] Say no more, we're on the telephone [Willie D] We get them muthafuckas, man [Lil' J]

it the J's? Is it the Bentley with the four colorways? Or the old school sittin' on glaze? What could it be? [Verse 2:] It's 2 o'clock in the afternoon

it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it

it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it

.A.T., like Compton in all black But when we say what it do, they never say holla back Bun B, the I'm O.G., like 95 Air Macs Neon green outta fight club

P.A.T., like Compton in all black But when we say what it do, they never say holla back Bun B, the I'm O.G., like 95 Air Macs Neon green outta fight

u go, acting like a hoe There u there u go, acting like a hoe! there u there u go, acting like a hoe Acting like a hoe, acting like a hoe! See tha

'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids? One life to live, it's so hard to be positive when niggaz

's why I'm young and burnt out Learned the know how, well how to do now, by 18 turned out And why I do it - the ridin and smokin Collidin with foes