"I Triple G, no matter where I be"

Lyrics

** Chorus **
I Triple G
No matter where I be
I Triple G
“GG”
................
Gregg Starski
I Triple G
“GG”
Gregg Starski

** VERSE 1**
I’m planting seeds.. (why GNice? [female voice])
[I’m] hirin’ florists for my forests..
…I grow plenty of trees
At the beach, smokin’ haze… (pause)
Coolin’ like Fonzie, Happy Days
Catchin’ summer breeze
Drivin’ ladies in Mercedes (pause)
sassy, classy C-class
‘Cause that be my steeze
Ya can’t [Step] to deez,
I Rock those crispy tees…
Spit flames Godzilla (pause)
King-kong gorilla,
Climbin’ towers swattin’ F-16’s
At the top, Never sour
Never stop, never cower
[I’m Shinin’-> straight firin’,]-> comin ‘atcha
Like a meteor shower
Bungee hoppin’->
From da choppa,
Straight crusin’ Camaro (pause)
Pullin’ down my toppa… (LONG PAUSE) ...
...Ya rubberneckin’ like an Andean llama

** Chorus **
I Triple G .....
No matter where I be
I Triple G
“GG”
................
Gregg Starski

I Triple G
“GG”
(The Original, Rappa Aboriginal)
Gregg Starski

** VERSE 2**
I don’t stop, I opened shop
I don’t need ya drama...
shagged ya hoochie mama
Now she sweatin’ like sauna
Burnin’ pounds
choppin’ trees.. Gettin’high...
Blue Ox marijuana…..
[I’m] Coming at ya HARDDD….
Like a big rock, diamond……
Drivin’ wid’ a charge
Scotch warrior, highland->
My exhaust, a fiery blaze
Ya hearin’ shots gettin’ lost, my labyrinth, maze
I See ya hidin’ and whinin’... ‘cause my beama’s be blindin’
[Ya] gettin’ robbed by Da Triple G mob
‘Cause crime pays,
Quit ya bitchin, [Now] ya snitchin
Now I gotta part’ ways…
Don’t be down, little clown, there’s a circus in town
[Ya] got the job, [now] ya jumpin’ around
Ya Runnin’ circles in a merry go-round
Ya failed... I collect like I was [Sallie Mae]....
WIth no delay
Now I’m stackin’ my hay
Ya penny-pinchin’, best be out, it’s gettin’ hot in the kitchen
everyday it’s payday, best get out my way
“Cause I’m the G, I hustle HARDD…. ain’t nothin’ for free

** Chorus **
I Triple G ....
No matter where I be
I Triple G
“GG”
................
Gregg Starski
I Triple G
“GG”
(The Original, Rappa Aboriginal)
Gregg Starski

** VERSE 3**
I hack’ reserves-> breakin’ C.I.A. codes [access granted]
I’m stashin’ Golddd... [bullions] by the Truck loads
I leave no trace, Then I hit the high roads
I’m goin’ far like a shootin’ star…
My goods appeal, strikin’ deals, Pablo Escobar
cream of the crop, makin’ donuts in my Jagua’ car…. (pause)
“Can I get a ride?” (pause)
….(Hell naw)….
Hangin with my entourage,
On the lookout for [parties] like in those Cheech Wizard comics...
Now I’m out to the bar, ‘cause I’m a star, drinkin’ whiskey and tonics…
Makin’ floors quake, booties shake, b-boys break, ‘cause I’m movin’ tectonics
With My DJs on the mix, scratchin’ vinyl technics-> [Scratch]
Now I rustled ya honeys, pimped out candy-colored caddy wit’ suspension hydraulics
I put the pedal to the metal with my rugged timbs,
Now my spinnas’ be spinnin’ on those 30 inch rims,
Big boss buildin’ empires like playin’ the Sims
you a playa has-been, ya [struck] out... in da heavyweight kumite bout
I’m numba one, front cover Forbes,
You a chump,on the bottom of the leada boards

** Chorus **
I Triple G ....
No matter where I be
I Triple G
“GG”
................
Gregg Starski
I Triple G
“GG”
(The Original, Rappa Aboriginal)
Gregg Starski

I Triple G