lyrics

It's G to the Hoddie
I be loving that body
I be gaming all the hotties so they ride me.

I'm a player, bitch
I thought you knew
Like every other player in my mother-f**king crew.

It's the G-H-O-D-D-I-E
And all the fly ladies fight to ride in the whip
and be begging for a taste of my vicious d**k

Yes, I'm that slick with my pimp game
And the ladies cry out for a cut of my fame

A feather in my hat
A diamond cane
Wack-ass players knocked out the frame

I konw all y'all got to feel it
A true holy man
I be spittin' out the real shit

Custom-made track suit of the finest silk
With a goblet of honey
on a river of milk

My life is ending in a ball of flame
An explosion
Honoring Your Name.

Jihad, Jihad
is the name of the game
Going down in flames
to catch mad fame

My whole cell walking with a gansta limp
Ready to die
Cuz I'm the g-hoddie pimp

On a mission from God
is my mental
Cuz believing in G-hoddie
is straight fundemental