Текст песни Somethin' 'bout The Goldie In Me

Somethin' 'bout the Goldie in me
Somethin' 'bout an Oakland mack
When I hear this song
It makes an O.G. feel phat

Somethin' 'bout the Goldie in me
Somethin' 'bout an Oakland mack
When I hear this song
It makes an O.G. feel phat

Somethin' 'bout the Goldie in me
That makes me laugh at these wannabes
'Cause they been watchin' too much TV
Rambo and Clint Eastwood got ya trippin'

But the Goldie in me
Keeps me thinkin' 'bout my group and never slippin'
In that played out tread
'Cause most O.G.'s are in the pen or fresh out

And when I hear rappers like you call me wack
I laugh and just say over twenty million sold
Can you buy that?
Yeah, fake rappers are surreal

You don't hear me though, I thought ya knew
I'm a certified player, you see
'Cause of the girls, the girls, they love me
And no matter what my critics say

They all know that I'm mackin' this fame
'Cause fools can't recognize game
I refuse to be a wannabe
Somethin' 'bout the Goldie in me, yeah

Somethin' 'bout the Goldie in me
Somethin' 'bout an Oakland mack
When I hear this song
It makes an O.G. feel phat
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Somethin' 'bout the Goldie in me
Somethin' 'bout an Oakland mack
When I hear this song
It makes an O.G. feel phat

Somethin' 'bout the Goldie in me
See I'm a G
Hangin' wit fools like Big Loose
Crossecuse, and Killa Week

Just some hard knuckleheads from the east side
Where we used to squab, shoot 'em down
Collect ends, and high side and rise
And get between thighs on the day to day

Craps, big bank take little bank, were games we like to play
Rollin' down east 14, the brothers be trippin'
They hear the cats be slippin'
'Cause the moves be quick to zippin'

Pickin' up freaks every other block, wherever the ride stop
The girls flock, and all the homies jock, sock
Bustas makin' smart remarks, I'm quick to bust ya
Never worry about my back, because I'm rollin' wit some hustlas

And we don't sell, we bail
Creep through the hood wit pockets fatter than the Goodyear blimp
Yeah, an oak town player, G
It's got to be the Goldie in me

Somethin' 'bout the Goldie in me
Somethin' 'bout an Oakland mack
When I hear this song
It makes an O.G. feel phat

Somethin' 'bout the Goldie in me
Somethin' 'bout an Oakland mack
When I hear this song
It makes an O.G. feel phat