Crooked I - G's Stay Low lyrics

[Interlude] Time to get paid, tell me are you down 500 pounds then we send it out of town Get a big sack, glip that, 'till it's all gone Watch what you're saying, speak in codes on the phone [Verse 1] Ay, recognize game when you're talking to a k**a 45 a pound, I can hit you with the k**a Call my cousing Sauce when you ready with the scrilla Got that new bomb sh**, silverback gorilla Wanna teste the product before you buy? I'll bring some Got a snow bunny b**h, call her Mrs. Green Thumb 'Cause all she do is grow weed baby Bubble kush to that O.G. baby Threw a couple dollars into a medicinal clinic Slang illegal weed, we on a mission to get it Just give it a minute, the Benz'll be kitted The rims'll be spinning while the thickest pretty b**hes are in it Hustlers are color-blind, we unite (we unite) My Mexican connects, always do me right Got some bad a** chicas you should bring through the studio Half Baked in this b**h, you know how the movie go My iPhone rining 'cause business is beautiful Opportunity knocking so let my n***a through the do' Yo, snitches thinking I'm a rookie I'mma put you in a hole deeper than your momma's p**y [Chorus - X2] Shhhh, real G's stay low Make power moves, but don't let nobody know Send a hundred pounds out of town, watch it go Keep your mouth shut, if you're snitching you a ho ( you a ho) [Verse 2] Shhhh, if you snitch, you a ho Cops they be crooked, it's me if you didn't know They ain't trying to save the hood by getting rid of blow They just want your black a** wearing them prison clothes They gotta k** me, hope my mother say a prayer Got a message for the governor and mayor I'm a hustler and a player Ask a brother if he care About the laws you install Middle finger in the air (b**h) Yeah, f** the D.A. and the judge They ain't go up in the PJ with the thugs Or the C-A where the slugs go (pow!) Make the noise in the hood Wanna see a dead body, we some Boyz N the Hood At the BET Awards, naked sleeve retarded Somebody need work, had to leave when it started Back then the West was such a dead market I had to bounce like, ''f** a red carpet'' I'm a hustler