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[talking:] C.M.G., C.M.G. in here Custom Made Gangstas, 0-6 Lil' Head, A.G. and Young Don [Hook x4:] These boys, blow out brains And boss hogg the lane, got down South soul [Lil' Keke:] If it's green I got it, if it's purple I got it Everytime I fire it up, you know it's something exotic Cause I hog these lanes, enjoy this fame I never change Put them thangs on all my frames, and swang I'm in the Benz, coupe crawling with the top peeling It's Sunday afternoon, I'm feeling like I'm one million I got that burner on my hip, call him fo' nickel You get you two slugs, trying to touch the vehicle Blow out brains and pimp these dames, from gripping grain Pop that trunk and cross that lane, for real mayn It goes down, in the city we from You hear the bang in the trunk, it just a bass and drum So here I come and I bar none, acting bad One on one, just me and the son Don I'm just a monster, and my game is cold C.M.G. baby, down South is soul Letras de canciones [Hook x4] [A.G.:] Yeah we hog the lane, like a 18 wheeler From city to city, like a cocaine dealer But I ride for the H, that's my domain nigga And worked hard to get it, get on your game nigga Instead of coming round here, with that jacking game Cause all my niggaz, got a mean packing game What I mean, shit they pack them thangs That'll leave a nigga leaking, not speaking and splat your brain And this year, it's simple and plain Get money get money mo' money, shit that's all that I'm saying Fuck the playing, leave that shit for them kids in the sandbox I'm scratching like a musician, with two of the same glocks Shit, I'm just living my plans out And plus I'm a Custom Made Gangsta, so you know we stand out Now Ke' put your hand out, while we getting this do' And showing up on boys, on these inches and 4's [Hook x4] [Lil' Head:] Strictly bidness and making moves, I'm bout all that If you with it I'm with it, if you ain't then fall back I'm chasing them tall stacks, trying to get my cake right Affiliate myself with real, fuck living that fake life Stay away from fake type, niggaz that hate to see me shine My reply to that, is can you see me now To the ones that's talking down, hate to see me live on TV Shocking and body rocking, Southside with Keke What's happening, slowly but surely you can't ignore me Been at the bottom, now it's time to see the glory Catch me grain gripping, I ain't tripping your dame wishing She was on my side, while them chromey thangs sticking I'm fo' sipping, dro twisting C.M.G. affiliated, for you hoes listening Lil' Head the general, respect my name Respect my gangsta, respect my game yeah mayn [Hook x4] From Letras Mania