This is a song about "Your the g"

Can't forget the rap-singers nate dogg and warren g,

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Anthropology's none to incisions i live in your history, four fifths of a g,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

This aint youre fight don't compete, unless your plots to get shot by a g

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

If disagree then piss on me but you're the epiphany you little g

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

You can still see heaven but not the one for a g

I'm an overachiever, so how about i start a team of leaders

When deep inside drugs are the only appearance, 10 a g, you're dealers

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

He want to be a real g at killing the puss

Home grown, is the g that i've shown.

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home