Go! ft. Stoney Lyrics

Non fiction baby, Non fiction ', free stoney

Stoney and Prince G, baby, you know what it is

When we hit the scene, bitches staring from a distance

They peepin' the fit, cause y'all know I keep it crisp

Bulldog on my waist, so these fools won't get to trippin

You know how we dippin', Mike and Scottie Pippen

We the best duo to do it, this is gangsta meets pimpin

And as the night goes on, I get more liquor in my system

And I do my lil' dance because I start to feel the rhythm

See this lil' thing standin' five foot flat

Lil' waist n' petite, but lil' mama got back

And so I rap, what's happenin', how you doin', where you from

Said she from East Los said she from the slums

Said you smell like good gas, why don't we go smoke some

So I roll one up, and we put it in the air

Hit the dance floor, aroma stuck up in her hair

Ooh wee, the way she move that thang on me

Got me feelin' lil' mama might be made for me

I got my hands up in the air, one of em' holdin' henny

The homies shootin' dice with nothin' lower than a 20

And I got plenty in my pocket, I might fuck around and shake em

Hit em' with a 7-11 and watch me break em

And today was a motherfuckin' good day

And it's blastin' out the speaker, tell em' turn me up DJ

No doubt I'm the coldest, I got Antarctic vibes

Whole gang with me, all I need is my guys

And like the Middle East, watch me get stoned alive

Girl, it's your birthday, so let's party

I do my two-step, you could grind on me

Rick James the anthem, celebration

Pick your poison, fuck hesitation, what you wanna do

Drink, smoke, dr - drink, smoke

Drink, smoke, dr - drink, smoke

Drink, smoke, dr - drink, smoke

Drink, smoke, dr - drink, smoke

Soon as we walk in, things start movin' slow motion

Prince G and Mr. Stoney got that take your bitch potion

Bouncers look away cause I'm in my own hood

So I get right through, no problems or inspections

It's best to get back when it comes to baby mama

Drama, snatch her up like an interception

It's best not who you're facing, suit matches the complexion

You know I got that heat , I ain't talking insulation

I love my weed strong, we smoke that Hercules

So now this beat has got these bitches bouncing like a trampoline (GO!)

On the dance floor, two-step, like a gangster do

Mob state of mind , Teflon, to repel the hate

All these vatos mad cause I'm little

But I got two plus the bitches that they came with

Got me covered like, ( all state)

Only five seven, but you couldn't fill shoes

I've been through hell and back, girl, I did it just for you

We hit the v.I.p I, take shots straight tequila

It's Mr. Fresh and Clean, E-L-S-T-O-N-E-Y

Status reaches the sky, Ironic that I stay high

These busters act like levas , status barley knee high

We blowin up like bee hives, exotica sativa

Got yo bitch actin Western, she straddle screamin (Yee haw)

Cause can't no cliqua do it how we do it in my street

Yeah, it's your birthday, mami, but these prices just for me

These bitches on my huevos like Easter

Watch me get stoned to the death like middle easterns

Go,

Girl, it's your birthday, so let's party

I do my two-step, you can grind on me

Rick James the anthem, celebration

Pick your poison, fuck hesitation, what you wanna do

Drink, smoke, dr - drink, smoke

Drink, smoke, dr - drink, smoke

Drink, smoke, dr - drink, smoke

Drink, smoke, dr - drink, smoke