a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

b g - factory 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-gg- 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-gg-z know me and will come up and wanna f-ck with me bad
a click of n-gg-z with choppers in black with ski masks
i’m a coach so i play the sideline
let kizzle go and snipe at these n-gg-z 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-gg-, all that stuntin get you killed 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-gg- 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-gg- 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-gg- still gonna knock me
you hate n-gg-z, 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-gg-, 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-gg-z actually trippin thinking a n-gg-
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 n-body 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-gg- we on factory behind them old 10s
with 20 stacks in our pocket n-gg-
this ziggler the wiggler baby
and we kicking the door open for some real n-gg-z
you understand me, guess what?
all them real n-gg-z, you got a chance now baby
and we out, oh boy

- b g lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS