Really Doe (Remastered)

To G or not to G, is the question And like Smith told Wesson I'm shady with the .380 old school diploma I'll leave that ass in a coma, so If you got a herringbone, Welcome to the Terrordome Two-eleven, sorry Reverend Oh my god, gettin' robbed Reach for the smog, "Atomic Dog" Hard to swallow, janky as Rollo Count to ten, and don't try to follow 'Cause just like Waco, I can take fo' ATF, to they death Bust a left on Western, go and get a room Don't want to be a felon like Stacey Koon Get the right bitch, hit the light switch, here we go Tap that ass like this really doe (You gotta believe in somethin') West Side Lynch Mob (Why not believe in me) 'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G 'Cause I'm a mother-fuckin' Thirty in a holdin' tank, catch the vapors Make me a pillow out of toilet paper Concrete bench kickin' off the hemorrhoids Eses deep, don't fuck with dem boys Phone check, collect call from the baller Her mama said please don't call her Do-Wah-Diddy, far from New Jack City Seen one of my peers, "What the fuck you doin' in here?" He said, "One-eighty-seven on the enemy And they treat me like I just shot a Kennedy!" Deputy bitch thinks she's the Queen Bee Ink on my thumb, index, and pinky "Sir, what set you from?" Play dumb "General popu-la-tion" Mama put your house up, and I can bounce up Out this motherfucker, that's why I love ya Out like a boss, with a half-pint of sauce Got the shit sewed up like Betsy Ross What a friend know? Buy some indo Never fuck with a silly ho really doe (You gotta believe in somethin') West Side Lynch Mob (Why not believe in me) 'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G 'Cause I'm a mother-fuckin' Knock you out like NyQuil, I'll kill you quick You sucker-for-love-ass trick So don't run up, wit ya gun up 'Cause I got the back breaker, double pump rump shaker 'Cause we can play hookie in the Aqua Boogie With concrete Nikes, ya gets no stripes Livin' unforgiven with the mic on And punks runnin' like roaches with the light on And that's all the shit I'm startin' Bust a cap (ka-kow-POW) like Jerome on Martin You lookin' for a punk with benefits 'Cause you got a baby, that take many shits And you know I got a grip like a baby on a tit Scopin', hopin', thighs open But I kick back, six-pack, and hit the Phillie slow Hooker ho really doe (You gotta believe in somethin') West Side Lynch Mob (Why not believe in me) 'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G 'Cause I'm a mother-fuckin' (You gotta believe in somethin') West Side Lynch Mob (Why not believe in me) 'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G 'Cause I'm a mother-fuckin'