Gimme a couple G’s for every emcee I knocked to his knees.
Verbally useless, ‘Oh you got the juice?’ I squeeze you juiceless.
Kurupt, “New York, New York,” from Tha Dogg Pound’s Dogg Food, 1995
Gimme a couple G’s for every emcee I knocked to his knees.
Verbally useless, ‘Oh you got the juice?’ I squeeze you juiceless.
Now on the first day of Christmas, my homeboy gave to me
A sack of the krazy glue and told me to smoke it up slowly.
Now on the second day of Christmas, my homeboy gave to me
A fifth of Hendog and told me to take my mind off that weed.
Now by the third day of Christmas, my big homeboy gave to me
A whole lot of everything, and it wasn’t nuthin’ but game to me.