Intro Shhhhh Songtext / Lyric

Yeah, this that thing

Yeah my dog, this that thing right here

Ya know what I'm sayin' man

Yeah, we gon keep it moving like that

Yeah, some of that, that ghetto, rats and roaches funk

(CPT, LBC, G-Funk here tonight, oh yeah)

Some of that, that.that incredible funk (funk)

Some of that some ol' time P-Funk

(Some of that, some of that funk)

Yeah, and most of all, it's that G-Funk

(G-Funk, G-Funk baby)

Yeah, yeah, so ah, we gon' keep this thing grooving

(G-Funk here tonight)

I want you to sit back, screw ya wig on tight

Grab yourself, a blunt or a joint or whatever you do

(Roll with me, ride with me, G-Funk here tonight)

And get ready to take that ride, if you wanna ride (ah yeah)

(G-Funk here tonight)

Yeah, so check this out, while I'm in the mood right now

Ima go ahead and let one of my little young scions

Show y'all what time it is, that's how we doing it

(G-Funk here tonight, that's how we rollin' man)

G-Funk, so Damone, let 'em know homie

Yeah, this is something to ride to, slide through

Heat G-Funk prvide you, turn it up, blow ya speakers out

Nigga like I do, my nigga on some other shit like Erika Badu

Warren you killing 'em ever since 94 yo I been filling 'em

Wait for the rhythm and the new millennium

Watch this, drop enough controlable hot shit

Ripping the lock kid, controling the market

Nigga fuck what they tell y'all, thought a nigga fell off, nigga hell nah

Nigga, we ripping the shit, pimping, get ridiculous chips

I'm sick of this shit, y'all niggas put a dick in ya lips

I'm tired of it, resign from rap but die from it

Orgasmic niggas gone through the way that I'm coming

No holding me back, let 'Mone exploring the track

The soldier is back and everything is caught in this fact

It's getting critical, you finna twist this game something pitiful

Ya have niggas getting blackballed rap execs get rid of you

Nobody's feeling you, quit wasting ya time

Keep waiting in line, muthafucka you ain't getting signed

There you have it, Damone, yeah, put that down G-Funk

Ha ha, yeah, so we gon, gon ride this out

Flight C-17, bud, pipe, damn

(Na na na na na, roll with me with G-Funk riding tonight)