fallin' back on that ass with a hellified gangsta' lean, gettin' funky on the mic like a' old batch o' collard greens
it's the capital S, oh yes, the fresh N double O P, D O double G Y D O double G ya' see
showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic, pimpin' ho's and clockin' a grip like my name was Dolomite
yeah, and it don't quit, I think they in a mood for some mothafuckin' G shit