K-Dee talking:
  Hey hey hey baby check it out. I'm K-Dee, &
  that's my nigga Mack 10 over there. Now he gotta be cooler
  than the nigga thatyou sittin' with, so pump yo' brakes
  'cause here comes the G. Foe Liiife!!
    <Mack>
  Uhh that's right uhh yeah ha ha ha ha
  what the fuck you smilin' at
  right
    Verse 1
  It's that nigga west side swangin'
  heat I'm bringin' like I'm bangin'
  slangin' khakis hangin'
  took the script & I'm flippin' it
  got bustas straight trippin' it
  never thought Mack 10'll
  be the new nigga rippin' shit
  Real G style on a funky freestyle
  solo flo show with my bitch & my lo lo
  gettin' my floss on as I slide my locs on
  hit the corna' bitch hold on
  Danas is what I roll on
  So watch yo' step quiet it's kept on the leak
  I blast I don't stick the different nigga in the click
  as I kick rhymes niggas pick mines from the stack
  threw the roof on the sack then cut the 'lac front & back
  on all gold hundred spoke D's when I skiis
  nigga please wanna be G's don't wanna see these
  straight from killa Cali it's like the Valley of Death
  of who's left I'll be a G 'til my very last breath
    Chorus
  Alli alli all come free here comes the G <WC>
  Fresh as a new pack I'll be doper than my cavi sack
  Alli alli all come free here comes the G <WC>
  Checkin' loot like it's crazy in painter pants & Stacys
  (Repeat)
    Verse 2
  Now as I roll through the turf with that true G pride
  feeling high as I ride from the west to the eastside
  On them switches went from rags to riches
  all snitches must die I can't lie
  I like them hoochie bitches
  though I know that a hoe is a gamble
  scandle hard to handle them dookey braids & sandals
  That's how I like it hike it touchdown then spike it
  then pipe it so tough they can't gripe it
  So if it's on from uh dusk 'til dawn
  keep it crackin' stay packin' as long as niggas jackin'
  Mackin' like Goldie bumpin' nothin' but oldies
  reminiscin' tilt the 40's when I vibe the dead homies.
    Talking:
  Yeah I wanna say what's up to all my deceased homeboys
  from the west & eastside didn't make it to see this rap.
  Oh yeah it's still Mack 10 foe life puttin' it down like this here.
    Chorus
    Verse 3
  Down for the dirt I sport khakis and a white t-shirt
  slangin' work got the big birdies that don't chirp
  I came up from a crawler now my stack is taller
  big baller shot caller movin' shit like a U-Hauler
  So now it's on like that & I'm rollin'
  controllin' the 'hood guns about a boat swollen
  back arms tatted (Inglewood) so tweed can get gatted
  cavi water weed or speed what you need 'cause I have it
  So come through run through & uhh smell the vapors
  won't be no set trip if it's all about paper
  Down with the Lench Mob I can't go wrong
  well known & it's on bankin corners in my Brougham
    Chorus
    Mack 10, westside, foe life, and we out