(feat. Rosa Knight)



[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 niggas they servin' them knots

It's an everyday thing, see nigga's they gotta get paid

I'm rollin' up in my Cherokee some nigga's playa hatin' me

But see some niggas lovin' me, like 2 Pac, Richie Rich and the Guv ya see

Yeah I got some real niggas 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 fuck

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 nigga that's game, you can't even given a shit 'bout a motherfuckin' thing playboy

See me and the niggas that I be kickin' it with be talkin' shit

We comin' with straight motherfuckin' real when we spit

So if you thinkin' you wanna test this young nigga black

My uzi's follow up motherfuckers like some chrome gat

Leave you flat on that ass as I hop into

my motherfuckin' dopefiend Renault and smile and smash

Steppin' to my face and watch my gat EXPLODE!!!

Unload, reload nigga, BITCH!!



[Chorus: Rosa Knight]

Playa hate me, (cause I'm stickin' to the G code) I ain't givin' a fuck

Stickin' to the G code (stickin' to the G code)

Playa hate me, (hey) I ain't givin' a fuck

Stickin' to the G code



[Spice 1]

I'm rippin' shit up like a motherfuckin' hurricane, shady niggas 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 shit with my Mack 10 hiccup

Fuck all them niggas who be funny style riders

Stack my money pile a nigga 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 motherfuckers up in coffins

Killin' 'em off and leave their bodies hummin' like Luther Van Dross

If I don't get ya then the next nigga payin' the cost

I ain't the nigga to be fucked with, ready to overload nigga

Cause I'm stickin' to the G code



[Chorus: Rosa Knight]

Playa hate me, I ain't givin' a fuck

Stickin' to the G code



[Spice 1]

Don't like to let these niggas think I'm a sucker ass

Gat these motherfuckers fast if they don't feel me like a real nigga

Fuck 'em all if they wanna be like gats slipped

My clip up in my strap like Shaq and get to bustin' three

Niggas in a line, glock twenty-three and my loved hard times

So nigga don't be trippin' if I'm bustin' out my car window for nothin'

A motherfucker gettin' more than just a little concussion player

See how you gon' do niggas some harm

when you so motherfuckin' soft niggas wanna squeeze your Charmin

Let 'em know you ain't bullshittin' homie

Make them motherfuckers say: "Damn, why he pull his strap on me?"

In ninety-fo' you know I'm tryin' to have this shit sewed

And I'm stickin' to the G code



[Chorus: Rosa Knight]

Playa hate me, I ain't givin' a fuck

Stickin' to the G code

Playa hate me, I ain't givin' a fuck

Stickin' to the G code