Still Up In This Shit
The shit's too deep in my head, can't hold it
They say G-Funk fell off, want to put the lock on it
Whatchu talking about?
Y'all know nothing
Artists are starving, striving
Keeping dope albums coming
West coast - a small army
No matter what - still fighting
Eazy, Pac, and Nate
Still, remember til the date
But time won't wait
And I bow down on my knees
4 all the OGz who started this
Those times we all miss
Hitting "play" button to reminisce
Props 4 homies keeping it real
Some time for a chill
For the pain that still gotta be
Some part of me
So I spitting thee knowledges
For a younger Gz
Like a bada-bing
Like an ink on my brain
By the way, I gotta say
That you lost when was switching the lane
Mayne, it's a damn shame
So here I go once again
Peep the game and you'll know what's poppin'
Ya already know the heat that we dropping
Still up in this shit, ain't no stopping
G-Funk never fell off, ugh
What you know about the g-luv, bruh
Gotta keep it going on
Y'all already know what it is
We still up in this shit
And never gone quit
Another funky summer, owee!
Black suede
Hush puppies got 'em
Khaki's creased up I'm G'd top to bottom
Bangin' g-funk, dippin' down the Chaw
With my Forty four stashed thinking fucc the law
I peep these hoes they won't these poles
Bitches checcin all the boxes x's o'x
Her ass on deck my cash on deck
But I ain't fuccin with a bitch unless her class on check
I'm a gangsta bitch, you know that's true
From East South Central ain't a damn thing new
Mr. Prod fuccin Hood bitch you know that dude
I don't give a fucc about a bitch, did that sound rude
I'm a muffuccin rida till the day I'm breathless
Till my ashes in the wind, I'm gone live life reckless
It's that Cartel Gang hataz better respect this
Fo' we put cha ass to sleep by the swing of the left fist bitch
Yea homie you a bitch too (biatch!)
You ain't gotta bleed once a month to know that that's true
Legendary shit we need us a statue
And any form of disrespect we gettin' at you (west!)
Peep the game and you'll know what's poppin'
Ya already know the heat that we dropping
Still up in this shit, ain't no stopping
G-Funk never fell off, ugh
What you know about the g-luv, bruh
Gotta keep it going on
Y'all already know what it is
We still up in this shit
And never gone quit
Another funky summer, owee!
What you about that G-Funk?
Top-down in a Chevy
Blowing all that g-skunk
We funk, all day in southern Cali
Still bumping every dawg
At the gym city alley
All around the world, yeah, they keeping it G
Mista L out in Russia dippin' in a '63
Sovan got the funk in France
Making all the gangstas boogie
And the sexy ladies dance
Gotta hit the switch when I roll out
Light another blunt blow the smoke out
20 years and I'm still the business
Hellafyde mothafucka and we still the business
Still on the boulevard hitting on them switches
Chilling with the homeboys rapping to the bitches
G-Funk, it will never die, just multiply
Peep the game and you'll know what's poppin'
Ya already know the heat that we dropping
Still up in this shit, ain't no stopping
G-Funk never fell off, ugh
What you know about the g-luv, bruh
Gotta keep it going on
Y'all already know what it is
We still up in this shit
And never gone quit
Another funky summer, owee!
Peep the game and you'll know what's poppin'
Ya already know the heat that we dropping
Still up in this shit, ain't no stopping
G-Funk never fell off, ugh
They say G-Funk fell off, want to put the lock on it
Whatchu talking about?
Y'all know nothing
Artists are starving, striving
Keeping dope albums coming
West coast - a small army
No matter what - still fighting
Eazy, Pac, and Nate
Still, remember til the date
But time won't wait
And I bow down on my knees
4 all the OGz who started this
Those times we all miss
Hitting "play" button to reminisce
Props 4 homies keeping it real
Some time for a chill
For the pain that still gotta be
Some part of me
So I spitting thee knowledges
For a younger Gz
Like a bada-bing
Like an ink on my brain
By the way, I gotta say
That you lost when was switching the lane
Mayne, it's a damn shame
So here I go once again
Peep the game and you'll know what's poppin'
Ya already know the heat that we dropping
Still up in this shit, ain't no stopping
G-Funk never fell off, ugh
What you know about the g-luv, bruh
Gotta keep it going on
Y'all already know what it is
We still up in this shit
And never gone quit
Another funky summer, owee!
Black suede
Hush puppies got 'em
Khaki's creased up I'm G'd top to bottom
Bangin' g-funk, dippin' down the Chaw
With my Forty four stashed thinking fucc the law
I peep these hoes they won't these poles
Bitches checcin all the boxes x's o'x
Her ass on deck my cash on deck
But I ain't fuccin with a bitch unless her class on check
I'm a gangsta bitch, you know that's true
From East South Central ain't a damn thing new
Mr. Prod fuccin Hood bitch you know that dude
I don't give a fucc about a bitch, did that sound rude
I'm a muffuccin rida till the day I'm breathless
Till my ashes in the wind, I'm gone live life reckless
It's that Cartel Gang hataz better respect this
Fo' we put cha ass to sleep by the swing of the left fist bitch
Yea homie you a bitch too (biatch!)
You ain't gotta bleed once a month to know that that's true
Legendary shit we need us a statue
And any form of disrespect we gettin' at you (west!)
Peep the game and you'll know what's poppin'
Ya already know the heat that we dropping
Still up in this shit, ain't no stopping
G-Funk never fell off, ugh
What you know about the g-luv, bruh
Gotta keep it going on
Y'all already know what it is
We still up in this shit
And never gone quit
Another funky summer, owee!
What you about that G-Funk?
Top-down in a Chevy
Blowing all that g-skunk
We funk, all day in southern Cali
Still bumping every dawg
At the gym city alley
All around the world, yeah, they keeping it G
Mista L out in Russia dippin' in a '63
Sovan got the funk in France
Making all the gangstas boogie
And the sexy ladies dance
Gotta hit the switch when I roll out
Light another blunt blow the smoke out
20 years and I'm still the business
Hellafyde mothafucka and we still the business
Still on the boulevard hitting on them switches
Chilling with the homeboys rapping to the bitches
G-Funk, it will never die, just multiply
Peep the game and you'll know what's poppin'
Ya already know the heat that we dropping
Still up in this shit, ain't no stopping
G-Funk never fell off, ugh
What you know about the g-luv, bruh
Gotta keep it going on
Y'all already know what it is
We still up in this shit
And never gone quit
Another funky summer, owee!
Peep the game and you'll know what's poppin'
Ya already know the heat that we dropping
Still up in this shit, ain't no stopping
G-Funk never fell off, ugh
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Writer(s): Austin Patterson, Jimmy Gonzalez, Stanislav Kondratyev
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