Lyrics
Yes, yes y'all
To the street's, y'all
It's GB, y'all
And we don't stop
Yes, yes y'all
To the street's y'all
It's GB y'all
And we don't stop
Give it up for the invincible
It's H-Town's finest
The GB, the general
The street shit, the timers
The motherfuckin' criminals
See we keep it grimy
You **** chemicals
The weed got you blinded
I'm the original
The author of this G-shit
You **** pitiful
'Cause y'all be on some weak shit
Me, I'm a ****
From the gutter motherfucker
If rap wasn't payin'
I'd hit the street
'Cause I'm a hustler
It's Willie D y'all
It's been a minute y'all
I'm still in it y'all
Fuck the critics y'all
Ho **** make me
Hotter than tabasco
Play with my money
I'ma kick you in your asshole
I see the videos
I read the magazines
Don't watch award shows
Too many faggot scenes
I'm a machine
Got a pistol in my loose fist
I'll leave you twisted
On the ground in your boots bitch
Well this is Chuck Dawg
(Will you ever love another bitch?)
Fuck nah
(What's your position on a snitch homie)
Fuck laws
(They say the Beatles was the biggest)
**** fuck Paul
And the rest of y'all
I'm the little motherfucker
With the big dick swangin'
Nuts still hangin'
Got hoes singin' the blues
Geto Boys in this bitch still bangin'
And ain't shit changin' (uh-uh)
Ain't shit changin' (Yeah)
Don't like faggots
Hate politicians
Can't stand snitches
Know the feds listen'
So I, send the whole world
A fuck you note
Schumaker's got a desk job
Fuck you ho (Aww nah)
I keep it real with it
Don't stop
To the hill with it
Don't stop
You gotta deal with it
Don't stop
Cause you can still get it
Don't stop
And every morning when I get up
Don't stop
I know shit don't change
Don't stop
I'm gettin money
Don't stop
Out these six mo' thangs
Don't stop
I keep it real with it
Don't stop
To the hill with it
Don't stop
You gotta deal with it
Don't stop
Cause you can still get it
Don't stop
And every morning when I get up
Don't stop
I know shit don't change
Don't stop
I'm gettin money
Don't stop
Out these six mo' thangs
Don't stop
I run circles around foes
And cross 'em out like tic-tac-toe
Money money money gotta get that dough
I'm a Northside rider
Pimp-slappin' these biters
Fall into the club
And bitches eyes get wider
I like the way she look up
In that liberty skirt
But 95% of the shit is brainwork
I might buy a couple of drinks
And shoot at her drawers
If she ain't talkin'
'Bout fuckin' I'ma get on dawg
Now gimme five or six chickens
I'ma flip those birds
Cook it up in momma kitchen
Let me get mo' serve
If a **** catch me slippin'
I'ma get that nerd
Can't let you get away with that
That shit don't work
I wear a white t-shirt
White sneakers and hat
Somethin' cool on my wrist
A nice piece to match
Hoppin' out of somethin' foreign
Like the beast I snatch
I don't do a lot of fashion papi
I'm just Brad
It's like that y'all (That y'all)
This y'all (This y'all)
I like a skinny bitch
I like the big broad
It's like this y'all (This y'all)
That y'all (That y'all)
I like to stand
And hit it from the back y'all
I ain't the cutest ****
Rappin' but I still got hoes
Snatch the baddest piece up
In this bitch with one eye closed
R. Kelly that's my ****
So I like girls young
Eighteen or twenty-three, black and white, girls come
Little Richard like the singer
Dick for short but Bill
Short mon from Jamaica
Brooklyn the real
5th Ward my second home
Now I'm back to strike
Rap-A-Lot, street music
Geto Boys for life
I keep it real with it
Don't stop
To the hill with it
Don't stop
You gotta deal with it
Don't stop
Cause you can still get it
Don't stop
And every morning when I get up
Don't stop
I know shit don't change
Don't stop
I'm gettin money
Don't stop
Out these six mo' thangs
Don't stop
I keep it real with it
Don't stop
To the hill with it
Don't stop
You gotta deal with it
Don't stop
Cause you can still get it
Don't stop
And every morning when I get up
Don't stop
I know shit dont change
Don't stop
I'm getting money
Don't stop
Out these six mo'thangs
Don't stop
C'mon
Whassup, whassup, whassup, whassup
Whassup, whassup, whassup
Whassup, whassup, whassup
Whassup, whassup
Whassup, whassup, whassup
Whassup, whassup
Written by: Geto Boys
