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letra de g-string [remix] - n.w.a

[schoolboy q]

o-orange laces, for my shoestrings
pistol on me, dope is in her g-string
ridin’ in my mothaf-ckin’ coupe-ville
groovin’ with my mothaf-ckin’ locs still

[ice cube]

i’m sick wit’ it but it’ll still take ten of y’all
to take the emperor’s temperature
can i represent wit’ ya?
smokin’ hemp wit’ ya
pass the blunt from east to west
cube to krs (yes)
take it from the don
where i’m from the man of steel is made of teflon
keep yo’ vest on
hit me with yo’ best one baby
and watch me mack you
comin’ through with hard — shaq-fu
never up in spago’s when we knock hoes
head her off with some reeboks and cagos
westside rollin’ even if the car’s stolen
even if my eyes shut and jaw swollen
that’s how it’s goin’ down
you always smile when i frown
cause you want the crown
you f-ckin’ clown
i keep it real no more beef with cypress hill
now we super friends makin’ super ends
[schoolboy q]

o-orange laces, for my shoestrings
pistol on me, dope is in her g-string
ridin’ in my mothaf-ckin’ coupe-ville
groovin’ with my mothaf-ckin’ locs still
fig side n-ggas keep a dope fiend
ghetto bird here to k!ll our ghetto hoop dreams
tryna strike me out before i finish school
i was just a square n-gga ’til i took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy

[eazy-e]
to sweep with the feet when he hit the concrete
chop him up, dice him up and sacrifice his meat
drag him by his ankles to the cemetary
[n-gga legendary, n-gga-n-gga legendary]
shut the f-ck up n-gga
cause you ain’t seen sh-t
i’m ’bout to take this blade and staight up grip
i’m holdin’ the neck of the devil and drink his blood
allowing my soul to be polluted by his evil root
and now i’m mad insane, red as rose as i strain for my hearbeat
to thumpety-thump to pump, it might burst
false alarms, and no harm that will commit to the e
but now i’m down to an hour 23
time is moving fast, but not that slow
i thought i had an hour, but it’s seconds left the go
i ran into the office
no more time is left
i ran up to the doctor with a bomb to my (boom)
[schoolboy q]

pistol on me, dope is in her g-string
ridin’ in my mothaf-ckin’ coupe-ville
groovin’ with my mothaf-ckin’ locs still
fig side n-ggas keep a dope fiend
ghetto bird here to k!ll our ghetto hoop dreams
tryna strike me out before i finish school
i was just a square n-gga ’til i took my 52, oh, yeah, ayy

[jay rock]

jay rock, k.dot, yeah we keep the place jumping
girls on floor straight grinding, humping
subs in the back yeah the speakers straight bumping
start set trippin’ then my boys start dumping
watts so [?], chain so icy
f-ck casual, looking smooth in my whitey
back in the days, yeah them girls they like me
i rolled with doom dog, now they all on my c-ck b

[kendrick lamar]

all wanna watch me
all wanna jock me
take ’em and send ’em straight to bed
when they stop me
have ’em with sheets over their head, like a n-z-
[?], head given properly
wax on, wax off, mr miyagi
let me know momma, i show you where your thighs be
stick in all the time just like an iv
your so called thick sh-t, that don’t surprise me
[schoolboy q]

- n w a

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