Ya'll know me, still the same old G, but I been low key.
Hated on by most these *****s with no cheese, no deals, and no Gs.
No wheels, and no keys, no boats, no snow-mo-beels and no skis.
Mad at me cuz I could finally afford to provide my family with groceries.
Got a crib with a studio and it’s all full of tracks, to add to the wall full of blacks.
Hangin up in the office and back at my house like TRO-PHIES!
Did ya’ll think I’ma let my dope freeze? HO PLEASE! You better bown down on both knees!
Who you think taught you to smoke trees? Who you think brought you the OD’s, E z E’s, ICQ’s and DOC’s,
the snoop D O double G’s, and the group that said MOTHA **** tha police.
Gave you a tape full of dope beats to bump when you strollin through in your hood. And when your
album sales wasn’t doing too good, who’s the doctor they told you to go see?
Ya’ll better listen up closely, all you *****s that said that I’d turn pop, on the firm flop. Ya’ll are the
reason that Dre ain’t been getting no sleep, so **** YA’LL! All Ya’ll. If Ya’ll don’t like me, blow me.
Ya’ll are gunna keep ****en around with me and turn me back to the old me.