(Verse 1)

It's 1996 and I'm dippin with my G

I'm claimin Cartel till I die, sippin hennessey

Got the rolex on my neck and my wrist

Dis a hoe that's all I know as the 100 spoke twist

G's rollin tighter than a G-string hoes wanna playa hate

The conversation's stupid 'cause forever I'ma celebrate

And aim with my homies finger clutched on a Tec.9

Yo bitch, you walk a thin line

Buggin 'cause I'm rockin videos in they eyes, buggin me

Packin up your shit and leavin me while I'm in Italy

So let the dog hit you where the dog shoulda porched on

In other words get the fuck on

Tryna stack a mill ticket

But you always get mad when my G's kick it

But on the road it's us against the world

For my G I would take a slug

'Cause it's gangsta luv



(Chorus)

It's that gangsta love from the S.C.C.

Talkin 'bout these bitches and rollin with my G's

It's that gangsta love from the S.C.C

Can't get no peace because these hoes keep sweatin me



(Verse 2)

I'ma be a G from the nighttime to the break of dawnin

'N the morning I clip the .9 mill when I'm yawnin

Performin days'n days but you be trippin on my status

Buggin me with family matters

I'm a gangster when I mention that's the way I kick it

Now that you addicted you tryna make me switch it

I picture me and you holdin, blue 64

Baby locs in the back seat hittin dips hoe

(Bonnie