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letra de barbeque on the boulevard - golden goldies

[intro: golden jelly]
oh yeah, all the cars from l.a to longbeach
they all linin’ up for the big one, the bbq on the boulevard
i know you’re likin’ the funk, so roll up your chronic and head to the beach
we gonna kick things off, with golden toby, straight from long beach

[verse 1: golden toby]
i’m digging that deep until here we go
i’m going 99, where i stop ya never know
i stopped on the jay so i buy it up
i want to get high, i want to get f-cked up
i don’t smoke no buddha, i never smoked no sess
i only smoked the hydro ’cause the hydro is the best
the east side g golden toby’s all the same
i’m at the bbq, yeah, i’m kickin’ straight game

[verse 2: golden d]
g-funk, ’cause he ain’t no punk
drinkin’ 40’s till i’m drunk, smokin’ chronic till i’m high
rollin’ with my girlie in my 6-4
pull out the side, pull up to booty [?]
drive up to the b-l-v-d
just me and my chick and my blunts and me
headed for the bbq on the boulevard
try to be me, sh-t, it ain’t that hard
[verse 3: gold double b]
b double gold to the b-b
rollin’ up a doobie and smoke it with me
hittin’ 16, lettin’ ass drop
chrome on the wheels and the drop top
tons of hot chicks at the bbq
glocks locked and c-cked and aimed at you
so blaze it on up and pass it around
around and around to the g-funk sound

[chorus]
g-funk, the g-funk baby (ow!)
g-funk, the g-funk baby (b-tch!)
g-funk, the g-funk baby (ow!)
g-funk, the g-funk baby (b-tch!)

[verse 4: rold gold]
drivin’ way down low take it slow take a blow from rold gold
just like [?], our rhymes are slow
all alone, i’m at your home, i read you poems
hands roam, slip slip, l!ck it up
it’s the sh-t, i know that i go
don’t blow no mo’
livin’ g-funked up
g-funked up
[verse 5: golden jelly]
well, i pulled up top down in my 6-4 impala
g’s on the move, g’s on the move
for the chronic, the chronic is bionic
i f-cked that b-tch from j. j. fad
remember super sonic?
well now she l!cks my nuts
she likes the way it tastes
so then i pulled my d-ck out and i nutted in her face (uh!)
g-funk, i got the funk, g
the g it stands for gold
and i’m the golden jelly

[verse 6: golden warrior]
i’m in a g-funk smokin’ on a blunt, boom!
g. b. smellin’ like christmas tree
number 10 and all the lice skunk big fatty jib square
put the fire to the b-tch, i’m there
puffin’ on a fat spliff stinky stank whack b-tch
chronic motherf-cker mondo hydro hundred dollars and mo’
i don’t care i’ll kick it back all broke
(with the g-funk)

[chorus]
g-funk, the g-funk baby (ow!)
g-funk, the g-funk baby (b-tch!)
g-funk, the g-funk baby (ow!)
g-funk, the g-funk baby (b-tch!)
[verse 7: golden frank]
i’m golden frank, and i’m clockin’ bank
drinkin’ 40’s and rollin’ up dank
if this was a fish tank i would be a goldfish
i’m servin’ funk, so come and have another dish
fine hoes, they line up like whinoes
they want my b-lls, i only f-ck albinos
i’m from l.a., but not from the l.b.c
compton longbeach, they call me frank g

[verse 8: golden spud]
i smoke much bud, so roll it up
pass it on over and dig on the funk
that’s comin’ from our trunk
i’m golden spud, from the g-funk
i smoke much bud, so roll it up
pass it over and dig on the funk
that’s comin’ from our trunk
i’m golden spud, from the g-funk

[verse 9: gold digger]
well it’s the g-funk, baby
it’s gonna make you crazy
we flip it down, we rub it down
wet slop it like gravy
i’m gold digger, b-tch
i’m packed with the funk
if you think i farted, it’s because the sh-t stunk
now it’s the g-funk
uh huh, the g-funk
yeah, uh, uh

[chorus]
g-funk, the g-funk baby (ow!)
g-funk, the g-funk baby (b-tch!)
g-funk, the g-funk baby (ow!)
g-g-g-funk, the g-funk baby (b-tch!)

- golden goldies

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