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B.G. (rapper)( Baby Gangsta )
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Factory
What's Happenin' Mayne? This Lil' B.G Your number one Hot Boy And I got my Chopper City boys ridin' with me You know what I'm saying And we bout to fuck the game up on some real nigga shit. Look
I'm official in any neck of the woods I could hop out on any step in any hood Niggaz know me and will come up and wanna fuck with me bad A click of niggaz with choppers in black with ski masks I'm a coach so I play the sideline Let Kizzle go and snipe at these niggaz that out of line I'm a hot boy, people know what's happening with me Took the chrome of all my whips and put 'em on factory I could do that, shit real round here Ask a nigga, all that stuntin' get you killed round here Park the Benz, hop in the Crown Vic' Behind a little more tenth, think I'm the law, I spin a little bit I just blend in with the rest of the traffic You don't know its me that's in the camouflage caddy It's 2004, Chopper City in this bitch Fuckin' the game up on some real nigga shit
We still get our shine on, ya heard me
We on factory, We on factory We ain't got nothing to prove, We on factory We on factory, We on factory We took all the twenty-twos, We on factory
We on factory, We on factory We ain't got nothing to prove, We on factory We on factory, We on factory We took all the twenty-twos, We on factory
Y'all hoes still gonna jock us cause we real Nigga What's Happenin'
I'm a flosser, you know I be iced out Hot Kizzle, the hot boy with no slugs in my mouth I'm an ex-drug dealer, used to have drugs in my house Now I know how I'm livin' with real thugs in my house If I ain't on chrome, your bitch still gonna jock me Man I'm on fact and that nigga still gonna knock me You hate niggaz, y'all really need to stop it I'm young with bad nerves, I got the K in the closet My wrist worth twenty, Neck worth twenty Earrings worth ten, bitch the whip cost 100 100 In the case, seventeen in the glock Two million where I stay, twenty bricks on the block I'm a mary jane smoker, game soaker Frame thrower, A Uptown Lane Roaster Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com A 100% real nigga, look me up and down Located in Chopper City, G'd Up in Soulja Town
We on factory, We on factory We ain't got nothing to prove, We on factory We on factory, We on factory We took all the twenty-twos, We on factory
Fuck pushing ten whips, I spin in the wide track Bitches still get side-tracked Ain't got my ass out, ride class course, they pass out Been tossin' brizzles with Gizzle before vehicle Actually factory got me with a whole faculty I got dubs but I thug and play hubcaps They love trap but don't need to tell And the bullets sell and your body in hell And shot 'em villains and pulled off a lot In big bodies, no ceilings, three wheelers That's how I'm peelin' but I'm still the pigeon from runnin' straight Low, Low, four-Door, Something tinted up on factory I'm Lo Pro, foul, dick suckers no longer be harassin' me Niggaz actually trippin' thinking a nigga Can't tell the difference between them adapter kits And the set of sprewells, man they slippin' I'm on factory, with twenty stacks on me With forty cal, I ain't worried bout nobody jacking me But people hacking me, they just be passing me I just got my package from the west right back to the east
We on factory, We on factory We ain't got nothing to prove, We on factory We on factory, We on factory We took all the twenty-twos, We on factory
Yeah, You pullin' up at the light Your rims looking good You got them spinners But when your hoe asks you to take her out You can't even afford I-Hop You pullin' up at the club Jumping out with brand new shirts on And she say gimme some money You can't even keep your phone on Nigga we on factory behind them old tens With twenty stacks in our pocket nigga This Ziggler the Wiggler baby And we kicking the door open for some real niggaz You understand me, Guess what? All them real niggaz, you got a chance now baby And we out, oh boy
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