[Intro/Hook: JT the Bigga Figga]
The G-L-P is throwing shots to you n***as domes
co*king Glocks, pulling macs when the funk is on
Pack your chrome motherf**er when you leave home
When you f**ing with them n***as from the danger zone
[Verse 1: D-Moe]
Well back on the track is the n***a D-Moeja
Sipping on the Grand Mar' and puffing on the doja
And everybody know the D dash Moe can have you hittin'
Cause sh** that I be spittin' is fittin' tighter than a mitten
Written in a book by a crook I was locked up
And did so much dirt that I should have been boxed up
Gone with the wind but I'm still in the house
Giving game from my brain to my motherf**ing mouth
I gives a f** I'm sick as f** I'm from the Y-B-G
Now D dash Moe is just a factor in the S-F-C
Ninety-three, Get Low be going federal
Top notch, motherf**er on a pedestal
I'm coming tight don't try to perp and say a n***a not
Because these bullets that me got in me gun is hot
Now piggidy-pop, piggidy-pop, piggidy-pop pop
Seventeen rounds out a nickel-plated Glock
I gets my currency, my capital, my cash flow
I mean my mail, my scratch do you feel me though?
So don't be stressin' it's a lesson from tha Youngsta
A playa and a hustla, and can't f** with you bustas
Trust a b**h? Never would, never could, gotta stack
Got a mac, keep a hoe on her back, pack a nine
On the grind, every time, coming sick
G-L-P in the house getting back to the sh**
[JT the Bigga Figga]
Well G-L-P is throwing shots to you n***as domes
Creepin' through the cuts, flippin' em up when the funk is on
Mr. Illiac on the track quite exceptional professional mack
When I'm 'bout to check a fat stack
From the editor, currency a four to five creditor
Docked in the back on the gank like the predator
Utilize and finalize my mission, chewin' n***as up
When it comes to competition, now they wishin'
That we slip to the flip to the beat to the bone
n***as was here but now they gone
The Get Low P is in the house
Poppin' it on the microphone
My n***a Herm hooked it up for us n***as
The Young Baby Boy, D-Moe and the Figga
Just a few young n***as from The Moe-town
When we pop the sh**, n***a cause we throw down
Now my n***a San Quinn is about to flow
So let me pa** the mic and tell them n***as about them hoes
[San Quinn]
You silly hoes and n***as better peep this game
While this game is worth my peepin'
Creepin' through the s**a Free
I'm knockin' fools out, leavin' 'em sleepin'
Cause it's a daily operation for us to wreck thangs
I'm whippin' and flippin', slidin' and slippin' through Frisco, the hoes swang
From the nutsack, you ready to buck I'm ready to buck back
I'm down for the funk up on the streets or all up in the f**in' rap
I'll tiggity-tag your a** fast with this nine millimeter
Scared to follow the leader, so with the slug I gotta leave ya
The Get Low rep from The Moe to The Point
Smoke a blunt and a joint, The Young Baby Boy's the right choice
When I voice my opinion you better recognize
Cause it's your own f**in' life you might jeopardize
Commitin' crimes I'm droppin' rhymes and hittin' the f**in' dank and
I'm f**in' your b**h and checkin' my grips and sippin' on the drank and
I'm gankin', and gafflin' and jumpin' off the f**in' top flo'
I'll bust a spin and a grin and Quinn will Get Low
[Spoken: JT the Bigga Figga]
Nineteen ninety-three, the G-L-P
Mackin stackin' and always stackin'
Ready to flip a track and check a fat stack n***a
Coming from the west side of the Presidio
JT the Bigga Figga, San Quinn and D-Moe
Three young n***as
Three young Gs
Poppin' that sh** with ease, mayne
And we outta here fasho-ly, ya know me?
Ha ha
[Chorus/Outro: JT the Bigga Figga]
Three young n***as from the Get Low
Cause we poppin' that sh** outta Frisco
I say three young n***as from the Get Low
From the Get Low, from the Get Low
Cause we poppin' that sh** on a daily basis
From the Get Low town cause they tryin' to take this
Game from the gamer, but they cain't
Cause that's how the sh** go mayne
Three young n***as from the Get Low
Cause we poppin' that sh** outta Frisco
I say three young n***as from the Get Low
From the Get Low, from the Get Low