(Intro: Spice 1) Yeah, hah, hahaha And you don't stop (Spice 1) It's heatin' up like NBA Jams I'll put the meal up in your coffin with the dunk slams Is it the shoes? No it's just my gangsta funk And it's the way that I be feelin' when I hit the skunk Rolls off them blunts, I'm smokin' off five before it's twelve 'o' clock I hit the blacks, see my *************s they servin' them knots It's an everyday thing, see *************'s they gotta get paid I'm rollin' up in my Cherokee some *************'s playa hatin' me But see some *************s lovin' me, like 2 Pac, Richie Rich and the Guv ya see Yeah I got some real *************s on my side ready to hoo-ride, and to all G codes apply So put your rap up in that funk mode and now you know hoe so don't even ask Because we stickin' to the G code (Chorus: Rosa Knight) Playa hate me, (stickin' to the G code) I ain't givin' a ************* Stickin' to the G code (stickin' to the G code) (Spice 1) I ain't gon' never play myself out like some punk ass You gotta shoot my drunk ass before I bust a cap up in your mark ass And ************* that's game, you can't even given a *************t 'bout a mother******' thing playboy See me and the *************s that I be kickin' it with be talkin' *************t We comin' with straight mother******' real when we spit So if you thinkin' you wanna test this young ************* black My uzi's follow up mother******s like some chrome gat Leave you flat on that ass as I hop into my mother******' ******fiend Renault and smile and smash Steppin' to my face and watch my gat EXPLODE!!! Unload, reload *************, *************!! (Chorus: Rosa Knight) Playa hate me, (cause I'm stickin' to the G code) I ain't givin' a ************* Stickin' to the G code (stickin' to the G code) Playa hate me, (hey) I ain't givin' a ************* Stickin' to the G code (Spice 1) I'm rippin' *************t up like a mother******' hurricane, shady *************s blurr my brain Livin' up out my window pane with my strap Got one in the chamber, ready to aim a hollow tip me catch your grip up on my pistol as I wait for you to slip up Just another stick up, it's just ate my clip up Rip, rupt *************t with my Mack 10 hiccup ************* all them *************s who be funny style riders Stack my money pile a ************* that's tryin' to keep his ball on You must be gone if you think I've fallen off what I'm talkin' 'bout put these mother******s up in coffins Killin' 'em off and leave their bodies hummin' like Luther Van Dross If I don't get ya then the next ************* payin' the cost I ain't the ************* to be ****** with, ready to overload ************* Cause I'm stickin' to the G code (Chorus: Rosa Knight) Playa hate me, I ain't givin' a ************* Stickin' to the G code (Spice 1) Don't like to let these *************s think I'm a sucker ass Gat these mother******s fast if they don't feel me like a real ************* ************* 'em all if they wanna be like gats slipped My clip up in my strap like Shaq and get to bustin' three *************s in a line, glock twenty-three and my loved hard times So ************* don't be trippin' if I'm bustin' out my car window for nothin' A mother****** gettin' more than just a little concussion player See how you gon' do *************s some harm when you so mother******' soft *************s wanna squeeze your Charmin Let 'em know you ain't bull*************ttin' homie Make them mother******s say: "Damn, why he pull his strap on me?" In ninety-fo' you know I'm tryin' to have this *************t sewed And I'm stickin' to the G code (Chorus: Rosa Knight) Playa hate me, I ain't givin' a ************* Stickin' to the G code Playa hate me, I ain't givin' a ************* Stickin' to the G code
(Intro: Spice 1) Yeah, hah, hahaha And you don't stop (Spice 1) It's heatin' up like NBA Jams I'll put the meal up in your coffin with the dunk slams Is it the shoes? No it's just my gangsta funk And it's the way that I be feelin' when I hit the skunk Rolls off them blunts, I'm smokin' off five before it's twelve 'o' clock I hit the blacks, see my *************s they servin' them knots It's an everyday thing, see *************'s they gotta get paid I'm rollin' up in my Cherokee some *************'s playa hatin' me But see some *************s lovin' me, like 2 Pac, Richie Rich and the Guv ya see Yeah I got some real *************s on my side ready to hoo-ride, and to all G codes apply So put your rap up in that funk mode and now you know hoe so don't even ask Because we stickin' to the G code (Chorus: Rosa Knight) Playa hate me, (stickin' to the G code) I ain't givin' a ************* Stickin' to the G code (stickin' to the G code) (Spice 1) I ain't gon' never play myself out like some punk ass You gotta shoot my drunk ass before I bust a cap up in your mark ass And ************* that's game, you can't even given a *************t 'bout a mother******' thing playboy See me and the *************s that I be kickin' it with be talkin' *************t We comin' with straight mother******' real when we spit So if you thinkin' you wanna test this young ************* black My uzi's follow up mother******s like some chrome gat Leave you flat on that ass as I hop into my mother******' ******fiend Renault and smile and smash Steppin' to my face and watch my gat EXPLODE!!! Unload, reload *************, *************!! (Chorus: Rosa Knight) Playa hate me, (cause I'm stickin' to the G code) I ain't givin' a ************* Stickin' to the G code (stickin' to the G code) Playa hate me, (hey) I ain't givin' a ************* Stickin' to the G code (Spice 1) I'm rippin' *************t up like a mother******' hurricane, shady *************s blurr my brain Livin' up out my window pane with my strap Got one in the chamber, ready to aim a hollow tip me catch your grip up on my pistol as I wait for you to slip up Just another stick up, it's just ate my clip up Rip, rupt *************t with my Mack 10 hiccup ************* all them *************s who be funny style riders Stack my money pile a ************* that's tryin' to keep his ball on You must be gone if you think I've fallen off what I'm talkin' 'bout put these mother******s up in coffins Killin' 'em off and leave their bodies hummin' like Luther Van Dross If I don't get ya then the next ************* payin' the cost I ain't the ************* to be ****** with, ready to overload ************* Cause I'm stickin' to the G code (Chorus: Rosa Knight) Playa hate me, I ain't givin' a ************* Stickin' to the G code (Spice 1) Don't like to let these *************s think I'm a sucker ass Gat these mother******s fast if they don't feel me like a real ************* ************* 'em all if they wanna be like gats slipped My clip up in my strap like Shaq and get to bustin' three *************s in a line, glock twenty-three and my loved hard times So ************* don't be trippin' if I'm bustin' out my car window for nothin' A mother****** gettin' more than just a little concussion player See how you gon' do *************s some harm when you so mother******' soft *************s wanna squeeze your Charmin Let 'em know you ain't bull*************ttin' homie Make them mother******s say: "Damn, why he pull his strap on me?" In ninety-fo' you know I'm tryin' to have this *************t sewed And I'm stickin' to the G code (Chorus: Rosa Knight) Playa hate me, I ain't givin' a ************* Stickin' to the G code Playa hate me, I ain't givin' a ************* Stickin' to the G code
