G's Stay Low - Crooked I

Shhhh, real G’s stay low

Real G’s stay low, shhhhhh

Time to get paid, tell me are you down

500 pounds then we send it out of town

Get a big sack, flip that, 'til it’s all gone

Watch what you’re sayin, speak in codes on the phone

Ay, recognize game when you’re talkin to a killa

45 a pound, I can hit you with the killa

Call my cousin Sauce when you ready with the scrilla

Got that new bomb shit, silverback gorilla

Wanna taste the product before you buy?

I’ll bring some

Got a snow bunny bitch, 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 spinnin while the thickest pretty bitches are in it

Hustlers are color-blind, we unite (we unite)

My Mexican connects, always do me right

Got some bad ass chicas you should bring with through the studio

+Half Baked+ in this bitch, you know how the movie go

My iPhone ringin cause business is beautiful

Opportunity knockin so let my nigga through the do'

Yo, snitches thinkin I’m a rookie

I’ma put you in a hole deeper than your momma’s pussy

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 snitchin you a ho (you a ho)

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 closed, if you snitch you a ho

Shhhh, if you snitch you a ho

Cops they be crooked, it’s me if you didn’t know

They ain’t tryin to save the hood by gettin rid of blow

They just want your black ass wearin them prison clothes

They gotta kill 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 (bitch)

Yeah, fuck 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, «Fuck a red carpet»

I’m a hustler

Speak in codes on the phone man, haha

«There will be no prison, which will hold down our movement»

Huey P. Newton

I’m Crooked I, C.O.B.

is my religion

Hahaha, yeah, stop snitchin

Ya heard me?

Stop snitchin

Lot of you rappers got snitches around you, haha

Lot of you rappers got snitches around you

Why you think rappers keep goin to jail?

Stop snitchin nigga

Shhhh, keep your mouth shut

Shhhh, keep your mouth shut

You know why?

Real G’s stay low