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Ayy Ayy Eskiboy Ayy G-3, yo I see it for what it is And I don't want none of it It's my hobby and I'ma do it for the fun of it I'll be the father, bro, you can be the son of it It's always been me and mine runnin' it The loudest pack, I'm here bunnin' it Did a couple years, think you done a bit Got a couple hunnids in I ain't a hater here 'cause I be bubblin' Who brought the trouble in, I'm money doublin' Doublin' up, I come around in my i8 I ain't complainin' 'bout nothin', 'cause I hate Some of the pagan's ways, make a man irate I know you follow couple patterns that I made I made patterns Been in every jeweler's shop from Bethnal Green to Hatton The mandem don't play in my culture They'll pull up to the junction, jump out and clap 'em G-3, my bro, it's G-3 SongtexteDem man there couldn't ever G me I've been a don since man had a Punto GT The DJ, MC from Bow E-3 I'm like, G-3, my bro, it's G-3 Dem man there couldn't ever G me I've been a don since man had a Punto GT The DJ, MC from Bow E-3 Too many MC's not enough mics Lookin' for the smoke, I ain't lookin' for the likes Don't chat to man about lyrics and mics Everyday I look a vibe when I create a style Dem man gravitate towards the style that I buss And for sure that's fine Just remember, that's mine Man step out the yard and go work Man step on the set, and man murk Manna pioneer like Kool Herc Raised the east like my brother Bossturk Mash up the dance just like Dirty Flirts I make a riddim, and I search for the perks Man can't tell me a thing 'cause man works I'm sorry, my G, the truth hurts Aus Songtexte Mania