G'FELLAS (A.L.T. & NINO BROWN) - Everybody Knows (g Spot G's) lyrics

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Everybody Knows (g Spot G's) / G'fellas (a.l.t. & Nino Brown)[Toker]Sabes queIt's thiefIt's thief like a motherfuckerFrom the 213 all the way to S.V.[Verse 1: A.L.T.]Now it's been said that eses are deepAnd not only in way side, but out on the streetAnd somebody gotta represent, it's got to beThe best O.G.Enius and me, fuck the restIt's the G-Spot, fool, I gotta stay trueIt's me, A.L.T. stayin' west up too andYouBetter not tripYou better not slip, A.K. with a .30 shot clipBanana, Tony smoke cigars from HavanaFrom L.A., and all the way out to AlabamaBut that's it, because the east ain't on the agendaRoll me some indica, that's what I'm intoA Mexican thang, but y'all can be downBecause finally, someone came through for the brownWalk a straight line and you won't get stuckIt's that G-Spot for life, fool, so don't fuck upChorus: A.L.T.G-Spot's the clique that I representYou see, it's all about making them presidentsI put my gat in the air and I wave it aroundBecause we stompin' in the Nikes and we all creased downPlus, my, crew, don'tGive a fuck, and if they do, they get stuckWe makin' shit move like pounds of ki'sBecause everybody knows them G-Spot G's[Verse 2: Nino Brown]Now it's about time for the new eraAnd my people, got to take care ofSo I can't stop, won't stop, and they wonderWho's that brown-skinned brotherRollin' with that G-Spot clickComin' with another east side hitRepresent the city where I come fromThrow your set like dum, ditty-dumMic check, watch me get wreckedM-E-X, I-C-A-N, foolKeep popping that lip, I'm a tripThen I'm a go search for another clipHip, hop, bounce, whatThrough the avenues and we can't stopG-Spot motherfucker til I dieRepeat Chorus[Toker]Ha haSimon, this is Toker from the BrownsideAnd you listening to these locos kick it off for the real eastsidersSo fuck it off, ese(Verse 3)[A.L.T.]I'm juiced up like a six-four on a SundaySittin' on T's, hittin' corners, bumpin' one wayBecause this Mexican is known to slangI got every thing ridin' on my G-Spot gangIt's like thatPlus I got a big black gatAnd a little red dot on your New York hat, foolHey G.Enius, peep out the planI put the nine in the clip, and the shells up in your hand[Nino Brown]Hey yo, GHomey, how we fin' to put it downWe stayin' true, all the way brownSo what, stick the funk back, who's the mackWith the beast O.G., hit the G trackI'm a get 'em up, so west up, foolNow you can't funk with the crew, when theIt feels so good, from the hoodFor my people, like I knew we shouldRepeat Chorus[Toker]That's right, you heard itBut from MexicansYou like it, bump itIf you don't, fuck youYou'll see us any fuckin' way