K-Dee talking:
Hey hey hey baby check it out. I`m K-Dee, &
that`s my nigga Mack 10 over there. Now he gotta be cooler
than the nigga thatyou sittin` with, so pump yo` brakes
`cause here comes the G. Foe Liiife!!
Uhh that`s right uhh yeah ha ha ha ha
what the fuck you smilin` at
right
Verse 1
It`s that nigga west side swangin`
heat I`m bringin` like I`m bangin`
slangin` khakis hangin`
took the script & I`m flippin` it
got bustas straight trippin` it
never thought Mack 10`ll
be the new nigga rippin` shit
Real G style on a funky freestyle
solo flo show with my bitch & my lo lo
gettin` my floss on as I slide my locs on
hit the corna` bitch hold on
Danas is what I roll on
So watch yo` step quiet it`s kept on the leak
I blast I don`t stick the different nigga in the click
as I kick rhymes niggas pick mines from the stack
threw the roof on the sack then cut the `lac front & back
on all gold hundred spoke D`s when I skiis
nigga please wanna be G`s don`t wanna see these
straight from killa Cali it`s like the Valley of Death
of who`s left I`ll be a G `til my very last breath
Chorus
Alli alli all come free here comes the G
Fresh as a new pack I`ll be doper than my cavi sack
Alli alli all come free here comes the G
Checkin` loot like it`s crazy in painter pants & Stacys
(Repeat)
Verse 2
Now as I roll through the turf with that true G pride
feeling high as I ride from the west to the eastside
On them switches went from rags to riches
all snitches must die I can`t lie
I like them hoochie bitches
though I know that a hoe is a gamble
scandle hard to handle them dookey braids & sandals
That`s how I like it hike it touchdown then spike it
then pipe it so tough they can`t gripe it
So if it`s on from uh dusk `til dawn
keep it crackin` stay packin` as long as niggas jackin`
Mackin` like Goldie bumpin` nothin` but oldies
reminiscin` tilt the 40`s when I vibe the dead homies.
Talking:
Yeah I wanna say what`s up to all my deceased homeboys
from the west & eastside didn`t make it to see this rap.
Oh yeah it`s still Mack 10 foe life puttin` it down like this here.
Chorus
Verse 3
Down for the dirt I sport khakis and a white t-shirt
slangin` work got the big birdies that don`t chirp
I came up from a crawler now my stack is taller
big baller shot caller movin` shit like a U-Hauler
So now it`s on like that & I`m rollin`
controllin` the `hood guns about a boat swollen
back arms tatted (Inglewood) so tweed can get gatted
cavi water weed or speed what you need `cause I have it
So come through run through & uhh smell the vapors
won`t be no set trip if it`s all about paper
Down with the Lench Mob I can`t go wrong
well known & it`s on bankin corners in my Brougham
Chorus
Mack 10, westside, foe life, and we out
