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factory - b.g. (baby gangsta) lyrics

(b.g. talking)
what’s happenin mayne?
this lil’ b.g
your #1 hot boy
and i got my chopper city boys ridin with me
you know what i’m saying
and we bout to f-ck the game up on some real n-gga sh-t. look

[b.g.]
i’m official in any neck of the woods
i could hop out on any step in any hood
n-ggas know me and will come up and wanna f-ck with me bad
a cl!ck of n-ggas with choppers in black with ski masks
i’m a coach so i play the sideline
let kizzle go and snipe at these n-ggas that out of line
i’m a hot boy, people know whats happening with me
took the chrome of all my whips and put ’em on factory
i could do that, sh-t real round here
ask a n-gga, all that stuntin get you k!lled round here
park the benz, hop in the crown vict
behind a little more tenth, think i’m the law, i spin a little bit
i just blend in with the rest of the traffic
you don’t know its me thats in the camoflauge caddy
it’s 2004, chopper city in this b-tch
f-ckin the game up on some real n-gga sh-t
(talking)
we still get our shine on, ya heard me

[chorus x2]
we on factory, we on factory
we ain’t got nothing to prove, we on factory
we on factory, we on factory
we took all the 22’s, we on factory

(b.g. talking)
y’all hoes still gonna jock us cause we real
n-gga what’s happenin

(hakim)
i’m a flosser, you know i be iced out
hot kizzle, the hot boy with no slugs in my mouth
i’m an ex-drug dealer, used to have drugs in my house
now i know how i’m livin with real thugs in my house
if i ain’t on chrome, your b-tch still gonna jock me (fa real)
man i’m on fact and that n-gga still gonna knock me
you hate n-ggas, y’all really need to stop it
i’m young with bad nerves, i got the k in the closet
my wrist worth 20, neck worth 20
earrings worth 10, b-tch the whip cost 100
100 in the case, 17 in the glock
two million where i stay, 20 bricks on the block
i’m a mary jane smoker, game soaker
frame thrower, a uptown lane roaster
a 100% real n-gga, look me up and down
located in chopper city, g’d up in soulja town

[chorus]

(gar)
f-ck pushing 10 whips, i spin in the wide track
b-tches still get side-tracked
ain’t got my -ss out, ride cl-ss course, they p-ss out
been tossin brizzles with gizzle before vehicle
actually factory got me with a whole faculty
i got dubs but i thug and play hubcaps
they love trap but don’t need to tell
and the bullets sell and your body in h-ll
and shot ’em villians and pulled off alot
in big bodies, no ceilings, three wheelers
thats how i’m peelin but i’m still the pigeon from runnin straight
(sniper)
low, low, 4-door, something tinted up on factory
i’m lo pro, foul, d-cksuckers no longer be har-ssin me
n-ggas actually trippin thinking a n-gga
can’t tell the difference between them adapter kits
and the set of sprewells, man they slippin
i’m on factory, with 20 stacks on me
with 40 cal, i ain’t worried bout n0body jacking me
but people hacking me, they just be p-ssing me
i just got my package from the west right back to the east

[chorus]

(ziggler the wiggler)
yeah, you pullin up at the light
your rims looking good
you got them spinners
but when your hoe asks you to take her out
you can’t even afford i-hop
you pullin up at the club
jumping out with brand new shirts on
and she say gimme some money
you can’t even keep your phone on
n-gga we on factory behind them old 10s
with 20 stacks in our pocket n-gga
this ziggler the wiggler baby
and we kicking the door open for some real n-ggas
you understand me, guess what?
all them real n-ggas, you got a chance now baby
and we out, oh boy

- b g baby gangsta lyrics

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