(Intro: Spice 1)
Yeah, hah, hahaha
And you don`t stop
(Spice 1)
It`s heatin` up like NBA Jams
I`ll put the meal up in your coffin with the dunk slams
Is it the shoes? No it`s just my gangsta funk
And it`s the way that I be feelin` when I hit the skunk
Rolls off them blunts, I`m smokin` off five before it`s twelve `o` clock
I hit the blacks, see my niggas they servin` them knots
It`s an everyday thing, see nigga`s they gotta get paid
I`m rollin` up in my Cherokee some nigga`s playa hatin` me
But see some niggas lovin` me, like 2 Pac, Richie Rich and the Guv ya see
Yeah I got some real niggas on my side ready to hoo-ride, and to all G codes apply
So put your rap up in that funk mode and now you know hoe so don`t even ask
Because we stickin` to the G code
(Chorus: Rosa Knight)
Playa hate me, (stickin` to the G code) I ain`t givin` a fuck
Stickin` to the G code (stickin` to the G code)
(Spice 1)
I ain`t gon` never play myself out like some punk ass
You gotta shoot my drunk ass before I bust a cap up in your mark ass
And nigga that`s game, you can`t even given a shit `bout a motherfuckin` thing playboy
See me and the niggas that I be kickin` it with be talkin` shit
We comin` with straight motherfuckin` real when we spit
So if you thinkin` you wanna test this young nigga black
My uzi`s follow up motherfuckers like some chrome gat
Leave you flat on that ass as I hop into
my motherfuckin` dopefiend Renault and smile and smash
Steppin` 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 fuck
Stickin` to the G code (stickin` to the G code)
Playa hate me, (hey) I ain`t givin` a fuck
Stickin` to the G code
(Spice 1)
I`m rippin` shit up like a motherfuckin` hurricane, shady niggas blurr my brain
Livin` up out my window pane with my strap
Got one in the chamber, ready to aim a hollow tip
me catch your grip up on my pistol as I wait for you to slip up
Just another stick up, it`s just ate my clip up
Rip, rupt shit with my Mack 10 hiccup
Fuck all them niggas who be funny style riders
Stack my money pile a nigga that`s tryin` to keep his ball on
You must be gone if you think I`ve fallen off
what I`m talkin` `bout put these motherfuckers up in coffins
Killin` `em off and leave their bodies hummin` like Luther Van Dross
If I don`t get ya then the next nigga payin` the cost
I ain`t the nigga to be fucked with, ready to overload nigga
Cause I`m stickin` to the G code
(Chorus: Rosa Knight)
Playa hate me, I ain`t givin` a fuck
Stickin` to the G code
(Spice 1)
Don`t like to let these niggas think I`m a sucker ass
Gat these motherfuckers fast if they don`t feel me like a real nigga
Fuck `em all if they wanna be like gats slipped
My clip up in my strap like Shaq and get to bustin` three
Niggas in a line, glock twenty-three and my loved hard times
So nigga don`t be trippin` if I`m bustin` out my car window for nothin`
A motherfucker gettin` more than just a little concussion player
See how you gon` do niggas some harm
when you so motherfuckin` soft niggas wanna squeeze your Charmin
Let `em know you ain`t bullshittin` homie
Make them motherfuckers say: Damn, why he pull his strap on me?
In ninety-fo` you know I`m tryin` to have this shit sewed
And I`m stickin` to the G code
(Chorus: Rosa Knight)
Playa hate me, I ain`t givin` a fuck
Stickin` to the G code
Playa hate me, I ain`t givin` a fuck
Stickin` to the G code
