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g-unit - sunroof open lyrics
[chorus: (young, buck), lloyd banks, tony yayo & 50 cent]
(i’m high, man, i’m smokin’)
i’m riding, i’m locin’
i get the c0ke, i’m the dopeman
sunroof open, shawty, she open
’cause a n-gga holdin’
(i’m high, man, i’m smokin’)
i’m riding, i’m locin’
i get the c0ke, i’m the dopeman
sunroof open, shawty, she open
’cause a n-gga holdin’
[verse 1: young buck]
stick your hand out, i’ll cut it off
based on my last year’s income i’m a boss
i made up for what i lost
cross my heart, i never lie
oh god, don’t let me down
fought security guards, look what they did to t.i
[?] bras, n-gga, ’cause if i wasn’t fly
she would let a n-gga wet me up and hang me out to dry
throw your money in the sky, i’m the one to pick it up
call me 50’s cash cow, or call me young buck
[verse 2: lloyd banks]
i ain’t a politician, i’m a walking ambition
if it don’t make sense, i don’t listen, i won’t sniff it
sh-t, if i could freeze, it would’ve been happened
i’m icey as a prince, no thin platinum
i’m packing, then i’m going when the wind backing
cause new york city streets got my rims cracking
my fame got long lost kin asking
i gotta conquer and win p-ssion
twin beds matching
[chorus: (young, buck), lloyd banks, tony yayo & 50 cent]
(i’m high, man, i’m smokin’)
i’m riding, i’m locin’
i get the c0ke, i’m the dopeman
sunroof open, shawty, she open
’cause a n-gga holdin’
(i’m high, man, i’m smokin’)
i’m riding, i’m locin’
i get the c0ke, i’m the dopeman
sunroof open, shawty, she open
’cause a n-gga holdin’
[verse 3: tony yayo]
i’mma shine like shaq on the phoenix suns
i’m a seven-star n-gga with my feet in the slums
homie, the coupe spotless, got a box for the knockers
y’all n-ggas ain’t gangsta, y’all internet bloggers
i’ll make a movie out a n-gga trying to youtube me
[?] u-turn, n-gga, let off three
i’m a g, soutshide, anybody get it
n-gga, f-ck some ed hardy’s, buy a fifth with a [?]
[verse 4: 50 cent]
got a mac, a .9 and an .8 in the safe
got the hex, the lex and a camera by the place
got a vest for my chest, and a drop for my b-tch
i got lawyers, i’ll k!ll you there, call it self-defense
i got connects in the tex’, i have a trunk full of bricks
hit it soft, hit it hard, hit the strip, watch it flip
got a f-cked up att-tude, i don’t care
rock hanging from my ear like a chandelier
[chorus: (young, buck), lloyd banks, tony yayo & 50 cent]
(i’m high, man, i’m smokin’)
i’m riding, i’m locin’
i get the c0ke, i’m the dopeman
sunroof open, shawty, she open
’cause a n-gga holdin’
(i’m high, man, i’m smokin’)
i’m riding, i’m locin’
i get the c0ke, i’m the dopeman
sunroof open, shawty, she open
’cause a n-gga holdin’
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