Funk Flow

Let the funk flow and your mind free

'Cause this is for the Gs

Let the funk flow and your mind free

'Cause this is for the Gs

Glory Hallelujah, Lord have mercy on me

I find myself thinking 'bout my Gs

In the pen, in the grave, or wherever you're at

Pour out some liqua for my **** 'cause there's love like that

Fire up a blunt and get high 'til the day the I die

Much love for my **** and that's no lie

I reminisce about the days growing up in the hood

We separated for awhile but G it's still all good, you see

I'm in a different game, trying to get a little fame

Still kickin' with the fellas, ain't a damn thing changed

But if I fall short I know what I gotta do

Hit the block slanging rocks, I'm back up on my hustle fool

But until then I'm go on repaying it

Got's to make that mil fast, got's to do it my way

No disrespect but that's the way that it's gotta be

Let the funk flow 'cause this is for the Gs

I remember skipping school getting drunk as a young teen

Running from the cops, slanging rocks to the dope fiends

Making money the only way that Gs could

That's the way it was growing up in the neighborhood

But things change and times goes on

**** get older and some just move on

Keep your head up, never let it hang down

Real Gs stand tight, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout

And to my Gs in the grave, you're dearly missed

Pour out some liqua for my **** when I reminisce

'Cause one day I know we're gonna ride again

Still got love for my **** in the pen

I'm down with ya through the struggle and the pain

'Cause it ain't nothin' but a mother fucking "G Thang"

So dear Lord, won't you please watch over me?

Let the funk flow 'cause this is for the Gs