Common:
After bein’ 25 you know just trying to survive in the world
Bout to have a little boy or baby girl. Who knows?
Anyway just when you start gettin that little age and experience to you
You start thinkin about stuff…tryin to make the right moves
So bust it out this is what I was thinkin check it

Yo the education of the Lon chicka Lonnie Lynn
Began, began with time
Bein my bloodline is one with the divine
In time brotha, you will discover the light
Some say that God is Black and the Devil’s White
Well, the Devil is wrong and God is what’s right
I fight, with myself in the ring of doubt and fear
The rain ain’t gone, but I can still see clear
As a child, given religion with no answer to why
Just told believe in Jesus cuz for me he did die
Curiosity killed the catechism
Understanding and wisdom became the rhythm that I played to
And became a slave to master self
A rich man is one with knowledge, happiness and his health
My mind had dealt with the books of Zen, Tao the lessons
Koran and the Bible, to me they all vital
And got truth within ’em, gotta read them boys
You just can’t skim ’em, different branches of belief
But one root that stem ’em, but people of the venom try to trim ’em
And use religion as an emblem
When it should be a natural way of life
Who am I or they to say to whom you pray ain’t right
That’s who got you doin right and got you this far
Whether you say “in Jesus name” or Hum do Allah
Long as you know it’s a bein’ that’s supreme to you
You let that show towards others in the things you do
Cuz when the trumpets blowin, 24 elders surround the throne
Only 144,000 gon get home
Only 144,000 gon get home
Only 144,000 gon get it baby

Chorus Cee-Lo:
I’ve lived and I’ve learned
I have taken and I’ve earned
I have laughed, I’ve cried
I have failed and I have tried
Sunshine, pouring rain
found joy through all my pain
I just wanna be happy with being me

Cee-Lo:
Let me voice my concern
So many of my fellow brothers have given themselves a title
That their actions didn’t earn
Our ignorance is in the same breath as our innocence
Subconciously, seeking to find an impressionable mind to convince
I’ve finally come to the realization why Black people in the worse place
Cuz it’s hard to correct yourself when you don’t know
Who you are in the first place
So I try to find the clue in you
But evidently, White folks know more Black history than we do
Why’re we bein’ lied to? I ain’t know our history was purposely hidden
Damn, somethin’ in me wanna know who I am
So I began my search, my journey started in church
It gave my heartache relief when I started to understand belief
Hustlin was like a gift spent my share of time in the streets
Taught me survival from this evil I’m just gonna have to deal with
And I felt like a fool when I tried to learn it in school
It almost seemed like a rehearsal when the only
Science and math are universal
Takin elder advice, read the Bible, the Koran
Searched scrolls from the Hebrew Israelites
Hold on, this ain’t right, Jesus wasn’t White
Some leads were granted with insight
and it’s all in the plan, but it took me some time to overstand
He still created with the imperfection of man
So, with followin’ I disagree
By no means have I forgotten or forgiven what’s been done to me but
I do know the Devil ain’t no White man, the Devil’s a spiritual mind
That’s color blind, there’s evil White folk and evil niggas
You gon surely find there’s no positivity without negativity
But one side you gonna have to choose
Any chance to speak I refuse to misuse
So how can you call yourself God when you let a worldly possession
become an obsession and the way you write your rhymes and
Can’t follow

going down the ozone lookin? for a new home
trying to cope with the madness
future crisis
choked up i can?t breathe
loss of control
what the fuck?s wrong with me
paranoia
the levels are dropping
something?s dying within my coffin
slave to my own enemy
can?t you see

i dont want to be me!
i just want to be free!

eyes of unreality
notion of consciousness
got to get grounded
before they come for us
pose for another shot
my thoughts are broken
impending loss is what i?m holding on to
got to make my way to the fire that burns my flame
king to my own enemy
can?t you see!

i don?t want to be me!
i just want to be free!

i just want to be free

What would I do if I was you?
I’d come out and say what I’d wanna do I’d be a man you’d never be
So why don’t you get up and groove with me?
Give it up, give it out Let it run, let it shout
Stayin’ alive to survive
Being pretty
Feeling cheek, like a freak
You won’t jump to the beat
Let your young hearts run free

CHORUS: Everybody c’mon let’s get
G-A-Y, G-A-Y (Oooh,ooh, ooh)
Drunk* or better kiss yourselves and say goodbye,
G-A-Y What would you do if you were me?
Are you ready to face what you wanna be?
Enough is enough when it’s just too long
So get up and go out and get it on
Give it up, give it out
Let it run, let it shout
Stayin’ alive to survive
Being pretty
Feeling cheek, like a freak
You won’t jump to the beat
Let your young hearts run free

CHORUS
G-A-Y Good
As You G-A-Y Good As You
CHORUS x 3
C’mon everybody
C’mon everybody Kiss yourselves goodbye

Sometimes I think of what I could’ve been
And then I kick myself
Knowing that I’ve ended up
Just like him and
There’s other times it doesn’t seem so bad
We always used to say
With him dead there’ll be no one in our way

Remember the time he caught us in your room
Your hands were down my underwear
And your tig ol’ bitties glistening in the air
With the zip of my pants
Well I headed for the door
And with the swing of his fist
You were ailaidlaid out on the floor and

Involuntary Self defense
Call it what you will
How can we go on
Where do we go from here
Involuntary Self defense
Call it what you will
How can we go on
Where do we go from here

Running all the way home
Scared just like a chump
I turned up the Judas Priest
So I could get my gangsta groove on
And the baseball bat called to me like a drug
Breaking the law Breaking the law
I’m gonna kill your mother’s fucker with a Louisville Slugger

Involuntary Self defense
Call it what you will
How can we go on
Where do we go from here
Involuntary Self defense
Call it what you will
How can we go on
Where do we go from here

Involuntary Self defense
Call it what you will
How can we go on
Where do we go from here
Involuntary Self defense
Call it what you will
How can we go on
Where do we go from here

and if I had a car
and could drive it around in the air,
I’d give up my guitar
and get a sports career
’cause I know I would make it then
and the team would win
every game I was in

Slide over it backwards
there’s people in the sun,
people in the sun now
Track over it sideways
there’re splinters in the sun,
splinters in the sun now

and if I had some gore
and could move it around in a phrase
I’d find out what it was for,
I’d hear what it would say
so simple to move you there,
easy to move you there
and the team won’t care

Slide over it backwards
there’s people in the sun,
people in the sun now
Track over it sideways
there’re splinters in the sun,
splinters in the sun

Do you want to go?
Take the easy way
I don’t even have
all that I’m cracked up to be
In the in-between see it slippin’ away

Do you want to go?
take the easy way
I don’t even have
all that I’m cracked up to be
In the in-between see it slippin’
I’m fading, fading, fading, fading
in and out of your business.

Chorus:

G is for the gang of money I make
F is for the gang of fools I break
U is for the undisputed champ
N is ’cause you never gonna get the mic back
K is for the niggaz that I knock on they back
Damn is feels good to see Long Beach on the map
Till the day I’m dead I’m gonna keep that shit real
Now you niggaz know G-Funk’s for real

To those people who don’t believe in G-funk
Tried to take my style and make a quik buck
here’s a message to one and all
Your pass is revoked
Now I’m havin’ a ball
Any questions come and see me
the king of G-Funk the one and only
Congratulations you sound like Nate
You took my old hook
And got me paid

Chorus

Some people are nothin’ but clones
Some people have styles of their owm
Some people are copycats
These people can’t get the mic back
Can you feel me one-hitter quitters
You can’t copy me – I’m one in a million
Call any expert and you can ask him
Copy machines can’t copy platinum

Chorus

When you feel like some cavy G-Funk
You need some music to bumb in your trunk
I got a baseline, a gangsta tune
Put on the classics and your head will be movin’ soon

Chorus

[Juvenile]
Talking for the freaks and the girls getting they’re blocks up
Talking for the freaks and the girls getting they’re blocks up
They calling me back telling they want another chance
Nigga gonna go ask the girl, am I right
Nigga gonna go ask the girl, am I right
Nigga gonna go ask the girl, am I right

[Juvenile]
I met a freak from uptown
Talking saying I was young
And she could give me spun for tounge
Welcome to the home of the G-ing men
Had to figure out my uptown friends
Welcome to the home of the G-ing men
Had to figure out my uptown friends

[Juvenile]
Thought I was a dummy
Thought I was a young fool
And then they didn’t believe it was little Juv
Then the thing I did made you change your mind
Like freak named Sharon
Said she was big and fun
But guess what yo, I geed her
I see you murder too much energy
So does Gia
I see you murder too much energy
So does Gia
I see you murder too much energy
So does Gia
I say to my nigga house and he Gia
Went back uptown, burned like a heater

[Juvenile]
For one evening
A quarter after three
Twinkle my goal
And put on some clothes
And that might have been for real
Now don’t be sweatin
Just give him the praise
Arguing cause I’m thuggin again
I make a visit every day
And I be swurving
And fellas that he bout
After I smoke the weed
That I need
And weaking cause I’m pleading one more right now
I see all them ladies
Over and over again
You can bet that my magnolia
Is like I told ya
To keep the G in me

[Juvenile]
Talking for the freaks and the girls getting they’re blocks up
Talking for the freaks and the girls getting they’re blocks up
Pick a little rocker, she’s a nasty little girl
Pick a little rocker, she’s a nasty little girl
I had dump in this playa world
Drop your draws and come over here stick ya
And she could jack me a little quicker
Drop your draws and come over here stick ya
And she could jack me a little quicker

[Juvenile]
Oh no baby, oh no baby
Trying to jump around, but they just can’t fake me
Oh no baby, oh no baby
Trying to jump around, but they just can’t fake me
Talking for the freaks and the girls getting they’re blocks up
Talking for the freaks and the girls getting they’re blocks up
Talking for the freaks and the girls getting they’re blocks up
They calling me back telling they want another chance
Come back and let me rape ya
They calling me back telling they want another chance
Come back and let me rape ya

[Tony Yayo]
Yea… Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo

[50 Cent]
Yea…Niggas salute me
Uh huh

[Tony Yayo]
We takin over this shit

(50 Cent)

Yo

[Tony Yayo]
G Unitttt

[50 Cent]
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

[Tony Yayo]
Whatcha say whatcha say?

[50 Cent]
G Unit solider
(gun cocks)
Ride out

[Lloyd Banks]
Yea…Yea…
I’m from the hood where the drop-outs is bangin for the feelin
For houses wit Tvs hangin from the ceilin (Lloyd Banks)
We gamble on ball courts
Keep the paint peelin
You either play ball or rap if you aint dealin
I’m stuck in the past
Shit changed since the 80s (What)
I know ladies, that got babies wit babies
Out here its basketball and speedbags
And guns that’ll stiffin you up like freeze tag

[Tony Yayo]
You can talk tough to them cowards that you pick on and beat up
And walk around town wit your whole fuckin re-up (Yayo)
Flashin singles, wit the 20s on top
While I’m ridin on 20s in the juky drop top
So never show love wit ya left hand
You’ll lose 5 liters of blood a thug’s a dead man (come on)

(50 Cent)
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

G Unit solider
(gun cocks)
Ride out

(Tony Yayo)
Home of the new right here

(50 Cent)
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

[Lloyd Banks]
Nigga…Nigga
Niggas know I’m hot
But my ice cold enough to freeze whole towns (uhh)
Still follow the code Gs up hoes down (come on)
I see you ballin and ya rocks is chilly
Now my G Unit niggas dont ride bikes
Dont pop-a-wheelie (blaaadt)
I aint straight I’m livin where its hot and sandy
And the Benz’s complexion is cotton candy
I bounced up, thats the best part
You niggas don’t know what pain is
The only scar on ya body’s a stretch mark (stretch mark)

[Tony Yayo]
Keep ya mouth shut, and keep ya ears open
Cause it’s liver than P-89s when we approachin (what else)
Listen homie
We got AKs and Remintons
For niggas in the hood playin cowboys and indians
Ladies and gentleman we was born to ball
So if you see me in the club I’m in the bathroom stall
Gettin oral sex she bless the huey all night
She got a georgous neck the way she toss this dick

(50 Cent)
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

[Tony Yayo]
50 whatcha say??

(50 Cent)
G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

G Unit soliders
(gun cocks)
Ride out

(Lloyd Banks talking over beat)
Yea…G Unit man..
We runnin the streets man
We takin this rap shit over man
This serious man its more then rap nigga
Mention this nigga 50 name nigga
I’m blowin niggas brains out nigga
Thats my nigga right there
Yea…it aint a game no more
Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks
Same go for them nigga
Blow ya fuckin head off nigga
G Unit klick
My nigga Proav L
Yea..he..the whole fuckin hood
134 nigga
We got yall nigga
Yea…uh..uh

Intro:

Yeah….
This is another story about dogs
For the dog that don’t pee on trees, is a bitch
So says Snoop Dogg, get your pooper scooper
Cuz the nigga’s talkin shit
Aroof! *echoes*

Verse One: Rage

I’m sippin on Tanqueray
with my my mind on my money and my mouth in the ganjahy
R-A-G to the motherfuckin E
Back with my nigga S-N double O-P
[Dre] Yeah, and ya don’t stop
Rage in effect I just begun to rock
[Dre] I said yeah, and you don’t quit
[Snoop] Hey yo Rage would you please drop some gangsta shit
I rock ruff and stuff with my Afro Puffs
Handcuffed as I bust bout to tear shit up
Oh what did ya think I, didn’t ever think I
Would be the one to make you blink eye, I catch you like pink-eye
Never will there ever be another like me
Um you can play the left, cuz it ain’t no right in me
Out the picture out the frame out the box I knock em all
Smack em out the park, like A Friendly Game of Baseball
Grand, slam, yes I am
Kickin up dust and I don’t give a god DAMN
Cuz I’m that lyrical murderer
Pleading guilty, you know for my skills I’m about to be
Filthy large, Rage in charge
You know what’s happenin don’t try to play large
this ain’t no Rerun, see hun, don’t ya wanna be one
A cover, word to wreck ya, cause I never get my vocals
I’m loco, close to Constatanople, uhhh!
I’ll make ’em go coo-coo for my Cocoa
puffin stuff, aiyyo Snoop, you’re up
Let these niggaz know that niggaz don’t give a fuck!

Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg

This is just a small introduction to the G Funk Era
Everyday of my life I take a glimpse in the mirror
And I see motherfuckers tryin to be like me
Every since I put it down with the D-R-E

Outro:

Foamin at the mouth and waggin his tail
Searchin through the yards with a keen sense of smell
Lookin for the business in heat
And when he find it he’ll be sniffin her seat
We travel in packs and we do it from the back
How else can you get to the booty?
We do it Doggystyle, all the while we do it Doggystyle
Yo motherfuckin hoes!!!
He fucked the fleas off a bitch
He shaked the ticks off his dick
And in the booty, he buries his motherfuckin bone
And if there’s any left over
He’ll roll over and take a doggy bag home

Damn, that Tanqueray is talkin to a nigga
I ain’t bullshittin, one of y’all niggaz gotta get it
Man I got ta piss
Breath test?

*Verse One*
Come here shorty, hey
Girl your lookin’ fine
I heard your searchin’ for a real love
And I’m really Ginuwine
I come to move your body, hey
Keep it jumpin’ like a party, hey
Come on everybody were gonna do it my way

*Chorus*
It?s a G thang, hey
Came to party till the break of dawn
Watch my speakers bang
Until daylight comes and we wanna go home

*Verse Two*
I like me a buzz hey, hey
But I don?t want to smoke a weed
Why smoke a box of Philly Plums
When she can get high on G
Go pick up a girlfriend
They can ride in my benz
Cause I’m taking everybody
Where G likes to party

*Chorus*

*Bridge*
set it off on the left ya?ll
set if off on the right ya?ll
set it off
set it off by subjection
set it off on the right ya?ll
set it off, set it off