East Coast G Funk

[Verse 1: Astro] Yo I need a chick like Pam Grier That let me slam rear Every day of the damn year More backside than backtalk I'm bout mine Your punchlines I outlines Get outlined in chalk When you come to New York Who the god? Me We know if rap's kung fu I'm passed Bruce so sharp I get Lee's mad like Tarantinos You slaves never let your chain go Keep flashing Life's a movie Tell the groupies we casting But only for a short period I hit Calmer than your grandma Still leave n*ggas delirious King we need you Here he is in pure form Drop bombs be it songs or Vietnam I dont need validation or verification Forget Twitter checks send a check Better yet observe the unheard Yall cats ain't spitters You spit turd Y'all weird and thats word [Hook: Astro] With the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funk (Follow me, follow me Listen to the words I deliver) [3x] I come down with the wickedness One rude boy coming with the darkness [Verse 2: Astro] I'm confident you cons dont walk conflict Bars like the convict I come sick, you comic Lmao, you owe pay stro A$AP American cash (We dont take pesos) Mad cause they can't hold A Say I'm an A-hole Gangsta walk, seen? Get some B-Roll She can front but she know She want to roll with the best No stress I got more hoes than protests Uh wait I mean power to the people My homie Troy Ave screaming powder to the people I see you My lyrical high baggie's lethal Don't same my name in vain That sh*t's illegal, too late Red stripe, red stripe on the corner I'm tryna leave the country Just to fornicate a foreigner Before I step in the booth I should inform ya I make studios my diner don't be acting like Broner [Hook: Astro]