- Votes:
 - Composers:
 - Robinson
 - Jasiel / Hart
 - Djuan / Ussery
 - Chris / Freeman
 - Bernard
 
- See also:
 
Yung Joc - I'm A G lyrics
INTRO (Yung Joc) 
Is that right? 
Block 
Hustlenomic$ 
BNT ho! 
A G is what a G does bay, my momma told me dat 
BNT ho! 
Dro, Bun-B, Yung Joc..let's go 
(Chorus) 
I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G) 
And in my pocket it ain't ever nothin less 
And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest 
Cuz I'm a A B C D E O G 
(Verse 1: Yung Joc) 
You can catch me in the A 
Check my DNA 
What can I say? I'm a G 100% all da way 
The block on lock, jet like the chain gang 
The hustlenomic$ piece back and forth when the chain swang 
I'm blowin' grandaddy just so I can maintain 
I'm a G and I'll tell ya bitch da same thang 
Middle finga to ya pussies, nigga no shame 
'77 Chevelle, same color cocaine 
And I'm a true balla n G playin in da deck 
Out with the young'ns nigga, get money and respect 
You in that name droppin' get u and yo mans wet 
Nigga I'm a G now who the f**k u think u playin wit? 
(Chorus x2) 
I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G) 
And in my pocket it ain't ever nothin less 
And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest 
Cuz I'm a A B C D E O G 
(Verse 2: Young Dro) 
Nuttin but a G baby 
Its ya boy Young Dro right here 
You know Ima G, Ey Look 
Pull up on the scene 
Bitch I'm cleaner than chlorine 
Rock stop comin' Ima probably sell Codene 
Shoot a nigga ear off from up the street, no beam 
Work for my cousin down in Florida named Doreen Yung Joc - I'm A G - http://motolyrics.com/yung-joc/im-a-g-lyrics.html
All I want is some more cream, my wrist on jack frost 
Tell em again they see it, my wrist on jack frost 
I ain't gotta say how much the mothaf**kin bet cost 
30" stretchas on the Escalade lac cost 
Bitch I'm from the projects you can't miss me wit dat rep talk 
Catch me up on Simpson road tearin' up da asphalt 
Took alota cash and walked 
Jury, scurred me 
Eights on da donk make it hard to steering 
Swingin' on a nigga, swear I gotta feel some fury 
Trappin at da hotel, you can catch me at the jewlery 
A general and surely man I seem pearly 
I got this shit locked, tell momma don't worry 
(Chorus x2) 
I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G) 
And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less 
And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest 
Cuz I'm a A B C D E O G 
(Verse 3: Bun-B) 
You see me hop out of a '08 somethin' on 24's 
Rockin' this newest experiment in some next season clothes 
I guess that's the reason ho's stop drop tuck and roll 
Like an inferno then turn over and suck the pole 
I'm so f**kin' cold I give a polar bear frost bite 
You see my jewelry, you know what it cost right? 
You see my toolery, it's bigger than your arm so 
No Tom foolery and you won't see da bomb blow 
Need a bomb ho, yung joc got da work, 
I need some bomb dro best thang smokin got da purp 
Let me hit em on the chirp, and orchestrate a rendezvous 
We meet some boppas, bottles, and don't forget the Bombay too 
Ooh, you know who's keepin it trilla 
Just name any thug, gangsta, soulja, or gorilla 
I'll snatch him up by his shouldas and strip off his strips 
Cuz when you trill you don't trip off da hype, that ain't my type 
(Chorus x3) 
I'm the seventh letter of the alphabet (I'm a G) 
And in my pocket there ain't ever nothin less 
And if your bitch f**k me she f**ked the rest 
Cuz I'm a A B C D E O G









