G's Stay Low

[Interlude] Time to get paid, tell me are you down 500 pounds then we send it out of town Get a big sack, glip that, 'till it's all gone Watch what you're saying, speak in codes on the phone [Verse 1] Ay, recognize game when you're talking to a killa 45 a pound, I can hit you with the killa Call my cousing Sauce when you ready with the scrilla Got that new bomb shit, silverback gorilla Wanna teste the product before you buy? I'll bring some Got a snow bunny bitch, call her Mrs. Green Thumb Cause all she do is grow weed baby Bubble kush to that O.G. baby Threw a couple dollars into a medicinal clinic Slang illegal weed, we on a mission to get it Just give it a minute, the Benz'll be kitted The rims'll be spinning while the thickest pretty bitches are in it Hustlers are color-blind, we unite (we unite) My Mexican connects, always do me right Got some bad ass chicas you should bring through the studio Half Baked in this bitch, you know how the movie go My iPhone rining cause business is beautiful Opportunity knocking so let my nigga through the do' Yo, snitches thinking I'm a rookie I'mma put you in a hole deeper than your momma's pussy [Chorus - X2] Shhhh, real G's stay low Make power moves, but don't let nobody know Send a hundred pounds out of town, watch it go Keep your mouth shut, if you're snitching you a ho ( you a ho) [Verse 2] Shhhh, if you snitch, you a ho Cops they be crooked, it's me if you didn't know They ain't trying to save the hood by getting rid of blow They just want your black ass wearing them prison clothes They gotta kill me, hope my mother say a prayer Got a message for the governor and mayor I'm a hustler and a player Ask a brother if he care About the laws you install Middle finger in the air (bitch) Yeah, fuck the D.A. and the judge They ain't go up in the PJ with the thugs Or the C-A where the slugs go (pow!) Make the noise in the hood Wanna see a dead body, we some Boyz N the Hood At the BET Awards, naked sleeve retarded Somebody need work, had to leave when it started Back then the West was such a dead market I had to bounce like, ''fuck a red carpet'' I'm a hustler