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G is for the gang of money I make
F is for the gang of fools I break
U is for the undisputed champ
N is ’cause you never gonna get the mic back
K is for the niggaz that I knock on they back
Damn is feels good to see long beach on the map
Till the day I’m dead I’m gonna keep that shit real
Now you niggaz know g-funk’s for real
To those people who don’t believe in g-funk
Tried to take my style and make a quik buck
Here’s a message to one and all
Your pass is revoked
Now I’m havin’ a ball
Any questions come and see me
The king of g-funk the one and only
Congratulations you sound like nate
You took my old hook
And got me paid
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Some people are nothin’ but clones
Some people have styles of their owm
Some people are copycats
These people can’t get the mic back
Can you feel me one-hitter quitters
You can’t copy me - I’m one in a million
Call any expert and you can ask him
Copy machines can’t copy platinum
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When you feel like some cavy g-funk
You need some music to bumb in your trunk
I got a baseline, a gangsta tune
Put on the classics and your head will be movin’ soon
Chorus
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