Hey, you wanna hit shit? that green tongue, Cali bud
I don't Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need Nigga, I'm all the time, I smoke that good shit I high all the time, man, I'm on some hood shit Give me some dro, haze and some chocolate me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit And stay high all the time, I that good shit I'm all the time, man, I'm on some hood shit
Every time I roll up niggas holla up And I tell 'em hold up, you ain't money you ain't smoking In my Benzo, 20 inch Smoking on indo, as a motherfucker I be on them backstreets, know I clap heat Only if you got beef, man ,you holla at me get locked up, stabbed up, shot up Every time I pop up, a lot on in my hood I shoot the dice, I get 'em girls Daddy need new shoes, need Pirellis to look mean on 22's Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, Bulletproof bitch and I'm gone 2003 Suburban swerving, too many of Henny The D's sick, they the whip and they can't find the semi's They was just harassing me cause know who I was the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud
I don't need Dom Perignon, I need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need Nigga, I'm high all the time, I smoke that good I stay high all the time, man, I'm on some shit Give me some dro, haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, spark shit And stay high all the time, I smoke that shit I'm high all the time, man, I'm on hood shit
Now if you I done started some shit It ain't I be high, be high And if you I done let off a clip It because I be high, be high But I twist lye, lye lye lye I get as I wanna, nigga Go against me, for sure, you's a goner, I smoke to calm my nerves, but I got beef crush my enemies like I crush the hashish If you me tell me you love me, don't stare at me, man I'd hate to be in the pen for one of my fans Let me show you how to greet me when you me, when you see me If you real, my nigga, you how to holla "G-Unit" There's no competition, just me 50 Cent, motherfucker, I'm hot on streets If could go against Goliath with a stone I can go at Nas and Jigga, both for the
I don't Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need Nigga, I'm high all the time, I that good shit I stay high all the time, man, I'm on some shit Give me some dro, purple haze and chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, spark shit And stay high all the time, I smoke good shit I'm high all the time, man, I'm on hood shit
Now who you know me who write lines and squeeze nines And hoes in the hood sniffing on white lines You don't me to be your kid's role model I'll teach them how to buck them 380's and up them hollows Have shorty off the stoop ready to shoot Big blunt in his mouth, in his boot Sit in the crib Guinness watching Menace Then oh Lord, have a young nigga bucking shit he O-Dog My team they on me when it's crunch time I eat a food in broad day like it's lunchtime You feeling brave, nigga, go get gully See if I won't your brains leaking up out your skully I done made myself hot so shit you can tell me Now calling me to feature, man, fuck your money I ain't hurting, I'm aight, nigga, I'm good I gotta write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood
I don't need Dom Perignon, I need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't shit Nigga, I'm high all the time, I smoke good shit I stay high all the time, man, I'm on some hood Give me some dro, purple and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, spark shit And stay high all the time, I smoke that good I'm high all the time, man, I'm on hood shit
G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you G-Unit, are you Nigga, ready or not, here I come