Everybody Wants 2 B.A.G.

[Chorus]
Everybody wanna be a G
But only real G's graduate from the streets
Everybody wanna be a G
But only real G’s graduate from the streets

[Poppa LQ]
Now why must I feel like that? Why must I pack my gat?
Niggas gettin' smoked over eye contact
These streets are like guerrilla warfare combat
Too many G's, too many G’s, too many G's got over hoodrats
I'm familiar with the tricks and the skanless bandits
That's why I like to leave 'em at the hotel stranded
T-Dub picked me up in his new '62
And said, "What's up, LQ? Nigga, whatchu wanna do?"
I don't know but I’m off indo and my harlots hang low
But they’re hoopin' just enough so I can count my dough, foe
And when I gets high, I goes into a different world like Jasmine Guy
Now with the foresight with these hoes never pass me by
Now ask me why

[Chorus x2]

[AMG]
Where’s the Brooklyn born son of a gun?
Daddy ran when I was young one, never was a dumb one
Didn't navigate in the shade, wasn't paid
The ghetto was a place where I played, laid, and I straight
Traded in the diploma for the food and aroma
Hung on the ave though, my boner on the corner
All my niggas was killin' niggas and making a killin’
Ready and willin' and wheelin' and dealin' and stealin'
Now back in the day this drop was hot and I couldn't stop
I got my hands on a rock and hit the jackpot
Plus my gear was in there, then I had to roll
Flipped a few birds then I was into houses and homes
Rollin' with my niggas while niggas was steady ballin'
Bitches steady pagin' a nigga and ready and waitin'
Money I'm making, I don't be carryin' so don't be starin'
Nigga you're the wrong one, so

[Chorus x2]

[Poppa LQ]
Now me, King Tee, and AMG in the Chevy, rollin' slowly
Bumpin' some oldies with the sunroof open
The broccoli had us chokin', the honeys on the bus stop scopin'
Hopin' that we will pick 'em up but we don't pick 'em up
We gets our clown on 'cause we drunk as fuck
Feelin' kinda right, sippin' on some Rémy on ice
And I just made a G offa dice
Minks, minks purveyed on my wrist
Diamonds on my bitch, stones on my fist
And the hoochies want to give me play because they see me on the TV
Niggas talk behind my back because they wish they want to be me
But they don't wanna see me
'Cause everybody wanna be a G

[Chorus x4]