Ernie G. - G sh** lyrics

[Conejo] I'm with you homie, till the muthaf**en wheels fall off Shout out to the whole High Caliber Family JokaBoy, Loco Negro, Buyo Rida Fo Sho Muthaf**as can't f** with this Fo' real homie [Hook] I got the G sh** I got that sh** that'll make you feel alright Feel alright, feel alright I got the G sh** I got that sh** that'll make you feel alright Feel alright, feel alright [Verse 1: Conejo] I did what I did That's why I'm highly respected I came from a varrio [?] west connected Ese drug dealing nights And gang banging days I blaze more haze Then I spit that phrase The law can't stop me Nor the drought This a c**aine world It's what the game's about I went that route This a dirty business I'm talking about that h**ne That I put in your district I said it once And I'll say it again You step on my toes Aim shots at your head This ain't hard for me This how I be sh** I've seen in my life Affected me I knocked out teeth With shotgun handles And I been in dark rooms Only lit by candles To the skethos I make money regardless I a**ess I'm a bless The whole west regardless [Hook] I got the G sh** I got that sh** that'll make you feel alright Feel alright, feel alright I got the G sh** I got that sh** that'll make you feel alright Feel alright, feel alright [Verse 2: Jokaboy] It's that west coast Where we bang them hammers We don't smoke bammer Pure Cali funk AK and a body stashed up in the truck You're sh** out of luck Come f** with a rider City of Compton All golden wires On that blue Six-Four Sitting on rosecrans Underneath the bridge With the guns co*ked back, yeah I'm a beast just like a grizzly I'm from the golden state Where them guns stay busy I'm a warrior, call me Baron Davis Known to send shot through your ben davis City of God, who the f** gon' save us? It hasn't been the same Since Davis took the Raiders All black khakis with that all black glide I roam with outlaws just like 2Pac [Hook] I got the G sh** I got that sh** that'll make you feel alright Feel alright, feel alright I got the G sh** I got that sh** that'll make you feel alright Feel alright, feel alright [Verse 3: Conejo] I cleaned up the mess with the SKS Ain't much I could tell you But I want success Biographical verses They fascinated with mines I'm a D-boy serving f**ing gripping my nine And when I take the stage One thing's made clear From a lyrical sparring To a d**h in the rear For real holmes That's word out here Muthaf**as want beef They get dealt for real And you got damn right Your sh** don't sell So you better watch your mouth I got street intel Naw naw It ain't none of your business We the westside car See the smoke in the distance Brick flippin' in this underworld Ese buddah cigarettes All my steps get twirled Spark a doobie For the homies that knew me All bullsh** aside This Conejo: The Movie [Hook] I got the G sh** I got that sh** that'll make you feel alright Feel alright, feel alright I got the G sh** I got that sh** that'll make you feel alright Feel alright, feel alright