Текст песни Spice 1 f Rosa Knight - Stickin` to the `G` Code
Spice 1 f Rosa Knight - Stickin` to the `G` Code слова песни
(Intro: Spice 1)Yeah, hah, hahahaAnd you don`t stop(Spice 1)It`s heatin` up like NBA JamsI`ll put the meal up in your coffin with the dunk slamsIs it the shoes? No it`s just my gangsta funkAnd it`s the way that I be feelin` when I hit the skunkRolls off them blunts, I`m smokin` off five before it`s twelve `o` clockI hit the blacks, see my niggas they servin` them knotsIt`s an everyday thing, see nigga`s they gotta get paidI`m rollin` up in my Cherokee some nigga`s playa hatin` meBut see some niggas lovin` me, like 2 Pac, Richie Rich and the Guv ya seeYeah I got some real niggas on my side ready to hoo-ride, and to all G codes applySo put your rap up in that funk mode and now you know hoe so don`t even askBecause we stickin` to the G code(Chorus: Rosa Knight)Playa hate me, (stickin` to the G code) I ain`t givin` a fuckStickin` to the G code (stickin` to the G code)(Spice 1)I ain`t gon` never play myself out like some punk assYou gotta shoot my drunk ass before I bust a cap up in your mark assAnd nigga that`s game, you can`t even given a shit `bout a motherfuckin` thing playboySee me and the niggas that I be kickin` it with be talkin` shitWe comin` with straight motherfuckin` real when we spitSo if you thinkin` you wanna test this young nigga blackMy uzi`s follow up motherfuckers like some chrome gatLeave you flat on that ass as I hop intomy motherfuckin` dopefiend Renault and smile and smashSteppin` to my face and watch my gat EXPLODE!!!Unload, reload nigga, BITCH!!(Chorus: Rosa Knight)Playa hate me, (cause I`m stickin` to the G code) I ain`t givin` a fuckStickin` to the G code (stickin` to the G code)Playa hate me, (hey) I ain`t givin` a fuckStickin` to the G code(Spice 1)I`m rippin` shit up like a motherfuckin` hurricane, shady niggas blurr my brainLivin` up out my window pane with my strapGot one in the chamber, ready to aim a hollow tipme catch your grip up on my pistol as I wait for you to slip upJust another stick up, it`s just ate my clip upRip, rupt shit with my Mack 10 hiccupFuck all them niggas who be funny style ridersStack my money pile a nigga that`s tryin` to keep his ball onYou must be gone if you think I`ve fallen offwhat I`m talkin` `bout put these motherfuckers up in coffinsKillin` `em off and leave their bodies hummin` like Luther Van DrossIf I don`t get ya then the next nigga payin` the costI ain`t the nigga to be fucked with, ready to overload niggaCause I`m stickin` to the G code(Chorus: Rosa Knight)Playa hate me, I ain`t givin` a fuckStickin` to the G code(Spice 1)Don`t like to let these niggas think I`m a sucker assGat these motherfuckers fast if they don`t feel me like a real niggaFuck `em all if they wanna be like gats slippedMy clip up in my strap like Shaq and get to bustin` threeNiggas in a line, glock twenty-three and my loved hard timesSo nigga don`t be trippin` if I`m bustin` out my car window for nothin`A motherfucker gettin` more than just a little concussion playerSee how you gon` do niggas some harmwhen you so motherfuckin` soft niggas wanna squeeze your CharminLet `em know you ain`t bullshittin` homieMake them motherfuckers say: "Damn, why he pull his strap on me?"In ninety-fo` you know I`m tryin` to have this shit sewedAnd I`m stickin` to the G code(Chorus: Rosa Knight)Playa hate me, I ain`t givin` a fuckStickin` to the G codePlaya hate me, I ain`t givin` a fuckStickin` to the G code