G Can Do It All chords by Kurt Dog
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Nigga, it's the turn of the times
No sooner than you ain't
on your own,
nigga, than what?
You're fucked, stuck in a situation
Like a hole hiding in a cut, I mean fuck it
Go sell yourself your soul or you know
Go give up some butt
You knew it was coming,
I swore it was too
Coming from the hardest, hardest,
regardless of who
Ever out there rapping in the game right now
If that's what you feel you're doing,
go and let it out
Say what you got to, but speak real proud
No people whining like you
conversate with mom now
Pussy, talk to me all sweet,
and here come the backhand
sweep
With swole lips that knuckle me,
hanging from your teeth
Hold me like your beef grill,
with a substitute of your blood
to salt to me
A hustler's a hustler, a dog on your dog
A Mack and Pimp ain't players,
but a G can do them all
Regardless of the matter,
I was trained to ball
Destined to have bread,
never thought real small
For the hundreds of homeboys,
rest in peace on the wall
But to all of the haters
that cursed me to fall
I'm headed the right route
regardless of y 'all
When the door is open,
walk through, answer the call
You need help?
Better pray to Jesus
Especially if you out there rollin'
around with pieces
Speakin' of pieces,
you turned out nephews and nieces
That kinda shit'll have you
edged like creases
That's not my thesis,
I get most my dough
Sittin' back, smokin' reefer
Went through the fish in the sea,
found the keeper
Jumped out the water,
hit my ass with a sleeper
Had it when the lawn was dead,
now it's greener
Working for the most,
hoping for the best
When a dog bleeds his post,
she hold down the nest
When a pit bull off the leash,
bound to tear through flesh
I do this shit to feed my fam
Every day I'm going
through a few grand
Losing weight, talking more than a few grams
If you wanna work out,
I tell them get with the program
A hustler's a hustler, a dog gon' be a dog
A Mac and pen bank players,
but a G can do them all
Regardless of the matter,
I was trained to ball
Destined to have bread,
never thought real small
For the hundreds of homeboys,
rest in peace on the wall
Plus to all of the haters
that cursed me to fall
I'm headed the right route
regardless of y 'all
When the door is open,
walk through, answer the call
Oh, real hustlers in the house,
you got to be about
Everything you're speaking on
or you can close your mouth
What the hardest do
is discard those with no clues
Gotta lose leeches when
you make big moves
So you can figure it out
and all that other shit
I don't gotta be direct with more,
I'm too ignorant
I gotta keep it clean
and every time I face up on the scene
I'm getting green
something like an actor
on the movie screen
and why niggas worried about
what I'm doing in between
I'm Kurt dog.
You ain't my bitch.
I'm hurting your feelings man.
I tell him get your bread
then fuck with these trash cans
Definitely don't press your luck
getting thirsty for a quick buck
or hurting hungry for a dick suck
It's like what the fuck is up with the youth
the skinny jeans look like they'll rip if you
A hustler's a hustler,
a dog gon' get dogged
A Mack and Pimp ain't players,
but a G can do them all
Regardless of the matter,
I was trained to ball
Destined to have bread,
never thought real small
For the hundreds of homeboys,
rest in peace on the wall
Plus all of the haters
that cursed me to fall
I'm headed the right route
regardless of y 'all
When the doors open,
walk through, answer the call
You
G Can Do It All
Kurt Dog
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