Luyện nghe bài hát Still A G Thang

Top dollar with the flea collar
Dippin' in my Impala
(DPG)

Top dollar with the gold flea
Dippin' in my blue
(DPG)

Top dollar the gold flea collar
in my blue Impala
(DPG)

Top dollar with the gold collar
Dippin' in my blue
(DPG)

It's 4 and to the 5 and to the 6 and to the 7
I once was told that all go to Heaven
Well, how ya Where ya been and what it look like?
My trump tight especially when it bump like

Four DPG's crazy
And No is the label that pays me
'round town layin' game down like Goldie
And I what my momma showed me

Told me game game
And true to what ya do and don't be ashamed
I got all my game from her I have to wonder
How I keep from goin' under, I'm a bad

I to my knees, thank God before I do my thang
I don't know why, I to gang bang
See life nuthin' but a twist anyway, bitch, anyway
You can say you wanna say

don't get in my way 'cause I'm a mean old
Fiend know, C and P know, see loc'
We music for the thugs and the bangers
And the bitches, fuck R&B singers

She want a nigga with his khackies real low
In a rag Sixty-four
Hit it the street, way clean
Bangin' that real shit like Al Green

I'm straight to the LB
Forget it, what they tell me
Sell me everythang except some
And it's time for the gunfight nigga pull quick

'Cause ain't butter but us
And nigga you'll get wet up for with my cheddar
It's cold outside, nigga grab ya
And that bad bitch you with
she get ya set up

Top dollar with the gold collar
Dippin' in my Impala
(DPG)

Top dollar with the flea collar
Dippin' in my Impala
(DPG)

Boy, you done, put all ya trust in hoe
ya see what happened to the President Niggaro?
Livin' in a tight house, big as the White
You fucked and stuck ya dick
In that bitch mouth

What you talkin' 'bout? Fool, I'm dirty the South
And to be real, I that's how I'm comin' out
on the hoe stroll, highway pimp patrol
Put ya cuffs on ya, girl, let her off parole

Man nigga way cold his game
his muthafuckin' name? Who? Huh!
I'm the capital S, don't with stress
N double O P D O, double G

Coldest entertainer, since Alphonz Capone
Count money like police try to chase me
Niggas try to replace me but you
I'm ridin' in a tank, I'm hella dank

So whether ridin' in ya lo-lo or blowin' on doe doe
the word and take the fo' door
The Last Don done hooked up the muthafuckin'
King of the coast with the here's a toast

With Snoop Dogg is the
Through the niggas and G's through the
Through the Calio projects, to Queens
Chi-town woe now, the Dogg in the house

Every time we touch down right to my hometown
D-town, St. Louie
Spokane, get ya money, man,
Little Rock, next to Houston, Texas

of Rap-A-Lot, we like to jack a lot
Gimme what ya got, let me get that up out ya,
I got ya somethin' for the summertime while hot
And got the posted up in the parkin' lot

And guess what, want the
Nigga with the biggest
A nigga who don't give a
See, niggas me, all we see is
Money, moves, and a bitch a week

And last but not least my BOZ
Much from the N.O, my nigga, feel me, oh, yeah
And my cousin DAZ, forever, nigga
This DPGC, oh, yeah, and Dr. DRE

You know where I'm at? at me
Get at me at me nigga holla at a Dogg that's real
Y'all niggas know what's
It's still a thang, still a G thang

Top dollar with the gold flea
in my blue Impala
(DPG)

Top dollar with the gold flea
Dippin' in my blue
(DPG)

Top dollar with the gold collar
in my blue Impala
(DPG)
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