(feat. The Dove Shack)

[G Child]



Mr. President, hey, this is the G Child

Spacekateers, I'm back baby yes I'm back

And Mr. President you're not chillin in the house baby

You're not chillin in the house

Ya know why? huh? huh? Should I tell ya?

You know why? Yeah.. cuz ya ya ya ya chillin in the shack beeyatch!



[Chorus x2]

This is the shack, this is how we act

Caps I peel, flex my steel



Its ya muthafuckin third letter of ya alphabet

put Knight at the individ

its a nigga you can't get with

funky styles, I be showin niggaz

I be blowin niggaz straight out they socks, because

The Dove Shack is comin more twisted than dredlocks

now plot on the shack if you wanna

but if you get caught slipping

we will be dippin

down your block

just to street sweep your spot, nigga

but you can still follow along, grab ahold of my nut sack

because I've got the doja

oh I haven't told ya much love to my nigga Warren

He's a G, hook me, now I'm gettin funky

I'm chillin with my feet up on the table in the shack

with my revolver, problem solver

waitin for a nigga to fuck with this

so I can let his ass know who he is



[Chorus x2]

This is the shack, this is how we act

Caps I peel, flex my steel



[2 Scoops]



Its the nigga 2 Scoops, the Long Beach Eastsider

niggaz start to duck when I come cuz I'm a ridah

so I suggest you get the 411 on the shack

we peelin caps to the front, then we peel em back

approachin the wrong way, with no delay I blast your ass

draw for the gat but the Scoop is much faster

you can't miss me with that, step in my path

I let the AK ripper cut that ass in half-a