O.G. Original Gangster
Girlfriend's Bitchin'
Ice-T
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[Hook]
When the goon hand drop better✦ hit the floe
You better✦ hit the floe
Hit it the floe
You better✦ hit the floe
Here I is boy, here I is boy
When the goon hand drop better✦ hit the floe
You better✦ hit the floe
Hit it the floe
You better✦ hit the floe
Here I is boy, here I is boy
[Verse 2]
Fell in love, with a square prostitute that was in disguise
Had a big ol’ booty✦ and some juicy✦ thighs
When she open✦ her mouth all she do is lies
In a female✦ body✦ but she one of the guys
Had me fooled✦ for a minute✦ but I'm the prize
I was slow back then but now I'm wise
Didn't nut in her pussy,✦ no family✦ ties
Sleep walkin’✦ like a mutha,✦ had to open✦ my eyes
Tried to play me to the left, like a sideline hoe
Fucked✦ her one last time didn't call no mo’
Not as cold as 'Iceberg' but I'm cold as snow
A Detroit✦ winter,✦ my heart zero✦ below✦
Don’t want a girlfriend bitch, I want a nasty✦ hoe
If you want my attention bitch gimme some dough
Mack a bitch into✦ a coma✦ or move that blow
From the womb or the spoon, yeah.. now you know
She from Stone Mountain, GA but she wasn't peachy✦
Had to go through it mayne she was the one to teach me
Kumbaya, I might be a Gullah✦ Geechee
I know I might say church, but a nigga✦ ain't preachy
Dirty✦ money✦ and credit✦ cards from a tramp
Smooth talker✦ fly dresser like ‘Genie Lamp’
Niggas✦ getting food stamps trynna✦ come at the champ
Louisville Slugger® to ya gut, stomach cramps
Yo heart might be dark, but mines✦ is darker✦
Kill yo whole team like Lodrick Parker✦
Mark y'all up, red sharpie marker✦
I go to the max like Kyle Barker✦
I'm Mackin’✦ for money✦ not Mackin’✦ for clout
Don’t play dumb you know what this bout
My goon hand down the Mac-10s is out
Barrel in ya mouth, bring em’ out bring em’ out
[Hook]
When the goon hand drop better✦ hit the floe
You better✦ hit the floe
Hit it the floe
You better✦ hit the floe
Here I is boy, here I is boy
When the goon hand drop better✦ hit the floe
You better✦ hit the floe
Hit it the floe
You better✦ hit the floe
Here I is boy, here I is boy
[Verse 3]
Waste not, want not
Ask not have not
Try to plot on what I have and you will get shot shot
Artificial intelligence checkin’ traps from a thot-bot
I want ten zero✦ income,✦ yeah that’s a lot lot
No Jamie no Fred but still fillin’✦ my bag
R.H.G.O. but I'll fire a fag
Try to take what I have I’m upin’✦ the mag
No cap, no jive, no boast, no brag
They say Jesus saves,✦ but I'ma✦ keep Mackin’✦
No lackin',✦ dead geezers is stackin’✦
Broke niggas✦ think that I’m nerve-wrackin’✦
I’m ridin’,✦ they plottin’ on my car-jackin’✦
No gorilla this way, all gentleman Izm
But stick up kids? I aim and hit em’
You niggas✦ is slow.. you got autism?✦
I like green guys, is that racism?✦
Country at heart, kinfolk from South Carolina✦
Underworld✦ drip nothin’✦ but designer
I like nasty✦ girls who sell vagina✦
Super✦ star game I’m gon’ supply✦ her
Hugged✦ up on a player, yeah she squeeze me
I call her Dorito,✦ nacho✦ cheesy✦
Cartier buff? Gon' head and freeze me
Like watchmakers art but I make it look easy✦
Us Detroit✦ players you know we up to no good
She mashin’✦ the blade to put some ice in my woods
On Michigan Avenue,✦ that's where she stood
Jack her trap money?✦ I wish you would!
I wanna✦ see all so I’m buying a drone
Knocked him for the broad now he cryin’ on my phone
She handle business, qualifyin’ for the thrown
From the bottom to the top, gotdammit its on
[Hook]
When the goon hand drop better✦ hit the floe
You better✦ hit the floe
Hit it the floe
You better✦ hit the floe
Here I is boy, here I is boy
When the goon hand drop better✦ hit the floe
You better✦ hit the floe
Hit it the floe
You better✦ hit the floe
Here I is boy, here I is boy
[Outro]
Yeah, Yeah.. it's ya main man Gangsta Twilight
From the Motor City,✦ where you know it's gritty✦
Coppin’✦ and blowin’✦ like a character in Donald Goines✦
I ain't Whoreson, I ain't Earl The Pearl
But yo girl wanna✦ be in my world
Dig this jazz, dig this blues
I hate to serve you the bad news
And I hope it don't make you blow a fuse
But I'm the man she choose
And now she up under✦ my rules✦
Know what I’m talm’bout?✦
Know what I’m talm’bout?✦
Detroit,✦ Westside by way of South Carolina✦ and Mississippi
I might be a Choctaw
I might be a Catawba
I might be a Gullah✦ Geechee
American Freedmen underworld✦
The ‘sport life’, yeah
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