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shorty-g – how it go lyrics

[intro: shorty-g]
(shorty 1)
biiiiiitch
(shorty 2)
b-tch, ain’t you have something to do today?
(shorty 1)
h-ll yeah b-tch i did
(shorty 3)
something like what?
(shorty 1)
b-tch
(shorty 2)
like b-tch, something important like….i don’t know?
(shorty 1)
i just got off the phone with them
(shorty 2)
oh it’s cool, it’s cool

[chorus: shorty-g]
told em id be there in a minute
ain’t know what else to say
it’s cool we just gotta get with it
pack yah bag, ándale
hop into her honda civic
and smash off
do the race
slap as loud as it go
watch the vibrations flow
get to twistin’
and to turnin’
we can’t not do the most
we slappin’ nate dogg
and too $hort
(b-tch)
we bad and it shows
we the youngins that get hyphy
cause we from the west coast
we make everyone know
this here how it go

[verse 1: shorty-g]
this right here is how it goes down
(what)
takeover your whole town
they start burning up buildings near downtown
(what?)
creep into the west now
they out walkin’ home when the sun goes down
(n-gg- what?)
n-gg-s is freebasing at the bart station
and they don’t give a f-ck
nah i’m just playin
n-gg-s is taking offense
even though they do not own a yard
top flight security guard
the neighborhood watchin’
the children are scarred
all cause these white folks they wanna hard
life’s a movie and they wanna be starz
i’m residential, this my boulevard
you run up on me b-tch i’m pulling yo card

you’d have to be high to think
you gone get between
oakland cali-n-i ayyye
bbq becky run up
we gone set her -ss straight
after a while they start inviting friends
creating trends
outta the sh-t that we did
with our hood rat friends
when we were ten
to go viral on instagram

[verse 2: wiiill]
got my speedin ticket
police fightin’ tryna keep me in picket
whip comin’ straight off the lot trick it
jokes on me they think i smoke in my tinteds
i vented to much
nowhere is home when you winnin’ to much
keep it one hunnid ain’t been in the mud
dirty money they be lookin for cleanup
ain’t no drama mama ain’t get a prenup
benihana way before all the choppa
soy sauce with the voss water
got a boy lost in a boss daughter
i’m a b-st-rd to a godfather
sold accuser to the old corners
former me could’ve been coroner
industry know the mournings wake up everyday eatin’ breakfast
gettin orange juice on the necklace
change up the drip we reckless
truth is in my origin checklist
lord forgive me what we say on the set list
no atonement if you part of the plot
everybody should just get what they can
we know bodies who say get what they got
so don’t you get caught n-gg-
(n-gg-)
so don’t u get bought n-gg-
(n-gg-)
apple fall far from the tree
don’t you get mott n-gg-
(n-gg-)
got all the sauce, duty free
don’t you get got n-gg-
(n-gg-)
i’m in the alter on my knees
until i rot n-gg-
(what!)
until i rot n-gg-

- shorty g lyrics

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