Released: June 19, 2005
Featuring: M.O.B. (USA) Techniec
Songwriter: The Game Techniec M.O.B. (USA)
Producer: Dr. Dre Mike Elizondo
[Intro: Snoop Dogg, Game & Techniec]
Yo, shut the fuck up. Pass me the blunt, bitch hold on
Ey-ey Game what's up nephew it's your boy big Snoop Dogg
Doin' the loc on the coast on a toast of the Boogie popper
You know what it is, I know what it is, they know what it is
While I'm at bitch, I'm over here at chuppa-chuppa yeah
Countin' this Swiss Cheese, you know I'm talkin' bout?
Doin' it big, OC, countin' Gs like I'm supposed to
Put a Black Wall Street list. Gettin' money out that property
You know I'm talkin' bout? D.P.G.C nephew. You a real one nigga
G-G-G-G-Unot, G-G-G-G-Unot
Fuckin, bitch ass niggas lay low and stay low G-G-G-G-Unot
The M.O.B. takin' over niggas, Techniec Hahahah
[Verse 1: Techniec]
In the rain with the beat, stashed with the heat
Smashed in the seat, sinkin' and thinkin' ya'll know the way I rhyme
Armour on shined up, flossed out rhymed up
Get your wife good and ball it up 'till your time up (west side)
Want to kill him quick, put him in a filthy ditch
Rather be filthy rich, over a filthy bitch
Wasn't for the flows wouldn't be no hoes jockin'
And breakin' their necks to get yours (Lloyd Banks where you at)
So I suppose Rockin' shows, knockin' hoes, Flockin, I'm clocking dough
I control Rock-n-Roll, with soldiers on lock-n-load
And they come through shoot it up, fist fight, loot it up
Terrorize the future, it's truly number one who was us
No question we gon' bust Glocks in fast cars
Blocks in Nascars, couple of bad broads
We got a feud with us, none 50 trust (money over bitches)
You bitches hit the bus, you niggas ease up
[Chorus: Game]
I heard another nigga from that G-Unit click talking shit
She's Tony Yayo
And they kicked him out the house
That's the reason why he running his lips, he's on 50's payroll
You want to die all you gotta do is keep on fucking with Game
Mr. Yayo, you niggas snitches that's the reason I threw out my G-Unit chain, I ain't the po-po
[Verse 2: Techniec]
You rap guys better stick to rap
'Cause colliding with hood niggas that spit it
Will get you so called killas clapped (Yayo)
And you'll think it's the fans
But my niggas got the M-16, get loose in the stands
Techniec on the side of the stage with a gauge
And 4-4 long deuce-deuce in his pants So I'ma just fall back
Nigga I could lose you for a grand
No gunpowder, residue in the hand (west coast)
They want to see Tech fly, they rather see Tech in the can
I spit grams, 'till the check in the hand
When the Tec in the hand, respect my demand
Or I'll find your set in a jam when the Tec will go blam (bitch ass niggas)
[Chorus: Game]
I heard another nigga from that G-Unit click talking shit
She's Tony Yayo
And they kicked him out the house
That's the reason why he running his lips, he's on 50's payroll
You want to die all you gotta do is keep on fucking with Game
Mr. Yayo, you niggas snitches that's the reason I threw out my G-Unit chain, I ain't the po-po
[Verse 3: Game]
Drive-by violator in the Bentley coupe (where 50 Cent?)
Ghost town outside, ain't nobody to shoot (he at the precinct)
They call me Noman for all the heads I shot (haha)
They call you state evidence for all the dimes y'all dropped (snitch)
Keep it realer cause I'm a million dollar killa'
Got banana clips for you so called gorillas
G-Unit cap peeling till I D-I-E
You lookin' for me, Southern Cali is where I be
[Chorus: Game]
I heard another nigga from that G-Unit click talking shit
She's Tony Yayo
And they kicked him out the house
That's the reason why he running his lips, he's on 50's payroll
You want to die all you gotta do is keep on fucking with Game
Mr. Yayo, you niggas snitches that's the reason I threw out my G-Unit chain, I ain't the po-po
[Outro: Game]
Yayo stop runnin' from me you bitch ass nigga, haha
You ain't go to the jail motherfucker, you went to camp snoopy nigga, yeah nigga
12 months in the motherfuckin' amusement park you faggot
Thats what PC is to real niggas, yeah
My nigga was locked up with you nigga
Said he held you down nigga
Got out of motherfuckin' jail, tried to hit you up nigga
Your cellphone went "diuw diuw diuw" this call has been..
You fuckin' faggot, fuck you niggas man hahaha
G-G-G-G-Unot
Yo, shut the fuck up. Pass me the blunt, bitch hold on
Ey-ey Game what's up nephew it's your boy big Snoop Dogg
Doin' the loc on the coast on a toast of the Boogie popper
You know what it is, I know what it is, they know what it is
While I'm at bitch, I'm over here at chuppa-chuppa yeah
Countin' this Swiss Cheese, you know I'm talkin' bout?
Doin' it big, OC, countin' Gs like I'm supposed to
Put a Black Wall Street list. Gettin' money out that property
You know I'm talkin' bout? D.P.G.C nephew. You a real one nigga
G-G-G-G-Unot, G-G-G-G-Unot
Fuckin, bitch ass niggas lay low and stay low G-G-G-G-Unot
The M.O.B. takin' over niggas, Techniec Hahahah
[Verse 1: Techniec]
In the rain with the beat, stashed with the heat
Smashed in the seat, sinkin' and thinkin' ya'll know the way I rhyme
Armour on shined up, flossed out rhymed up
Get your wife good and ball it up 'till your time up (west side)
Want to kill him quick, put him in a filthy ditch
Rather be filthy rich, over a filthy bitch
Wasn't for the flows wouldn't be no hoes jockin'
And breakin' their necks to get yours (Lloyd Banks where you at)
So I suppose Rockin' shows, knockin' hoes, Flockin, I'm clocking dough
I control Rock-n-Roll, with soldiers on lock-n-load
And they come through shoot it up, fist fight, loot it up
Terrorize the future, it's truly number one who was us
No question we gon' bust Glocks in fast cars
Blocks in Nascars, couple of bad broads
We got a feud with us, none 50 trust (money over bitches)
You bitches hit the bus, you niggas ease up
[Chorus: Game]
I heard another nigga from that G-Unit click talking shit
She's Tony Yayo
And they kicked him out the house
That's the reason why he running his lips, he's on 50's payroll
You want to die all you gotta do is keep on fucking with Game
Mr. Yayo, you niggas snitches that's the reason I threw out my G-Unit chain, I ain't the po-po
[Verse 2: Techniec]
You rap guys better stick to rap
'Cause colliding with hood niggas that spit it
Will get you so called killas clapped (Yayo)
And you'll think it's the fans
But my niggas got the M-16, get loose in the stands
Techniec on the side of the stage with a gauge
And 4-4 long deuce-deuce in his pants So I'ma just fall back
Nigga I could lose you for a grand
No gunpowder, residue in the hand (west coast)
They want to see Tech fly, they rather see Tech in the can
I spit grams, 'till the check in the hand
When the Tec in the hand, respect my demand
Or I'll find your set in a jam when the Tec will go blam (bitch ass niggas)
[Chorus: Game]
I heard another nigga from that G-Unit click talking shit
She's Tony Yayo
And they kicked him out the house
That's the reason why he running his lips, he's on 50's payroll
You want to die all you gotta do is keep on fucking with Game
Mr. Yayo, you niggas snitches that's the reason I threw out my G-Unit chain, I ain't the po-po
[Verse 3: Game]
Drive-by violator in the Bentley coupe (where 50 Cent?)
Ghost town outside, ain't nobody to shoot (he at the precinct)
They call me Noman for all the heads I shot (haha)
They call you state evidence for all the dimes y'all dropped (snitch)
Keep it realer cause I'm a million dollar killa'
Got banana clips for you so called gorillas
G-Unit cap peeling till I D-I-E
You lookin' for me, Southern Cali is where I be
[Chorus: Game]
I heard another nigga from that G-Unit click talking shit
She's Tony Yayo
And they kicked him out the house
That's the reason why he running his lips, he's on 50's payroll
You want to die all you gotta do is keep on fucking with Game
Mr. Yayo, you niggas snitches that's the reason I threw out my G-Unit chain, I ain't the po-po
[Outro: Game]
Yayo stop runnin' from me you bitch ass nigga, haha
You ain't go to the jail motherfucker, you went to camp snoopy nigga, yeah nigga
12 months in the motherfuckin' amusement park you faggot
Thats what PC is to real niggas, yeah
My nigga was locked up with you nigga
Said he held you down nigga
Got out of motherfuckin' jail, tried to hit you up nigga
Your cellphone went "diuw diuw diuw" this call has been..
You fuckin' faggot, fuck you niggas man hahaha
G-G-G-G-Unot
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