Sounds of Blackness Follow

This rap shit got my own cactuses
Like we never slept on the same mattresses
Young age football practices
Biscuit shine, five of the ones on the waistline

I ain't worried about no platinum change
I'll give ya a 59 with a batman ass go range
Okay, musta being the zodiac
V.I.P I really don't let this shit get to me
I just flip tracks, spit facts

Get relaxed, with G-Funk laxed in the back
We stay in the ghetto, havin' a tap with rug rats
Cats, and taps, with flaps
Foul language, old English it's dangerous
It stays the same and never changes

G-Funk is here to stay
I pop a cap, domino's and spades
With a bag of gange and smoke it all day
There's a staircase, it's a true 21

Here's a toast to the thugs
High drop 4 sheezy, drinkin' ma bud
I still love NATE, rollin' from the sheezys
With a dress code like dubsy and a circle arse
G-Funk is here to stay

This rap shit got my own cactuses