Letras
Aye Knowledge
Ain't no hook, ain't no none of that
I'ma just go in like right here
Yeah, I need backends
Grind 'til the sun come up, yeah
I stay down and I'm just stackin'
Tapped in, makin' my way to the city
On the 405, I'm duckin' traffic
Seen cuzzo last week, granny house
Nigga, we was just laughin'
Damn, nigga, what happened?
We sent you out like a boss
Two presi's what the funeral cost
I wish I was there that night, my nigga, I'd be involved
It'd be two murders to solve
I promise you, cuzzo, it wouldn't go down like that (Down like that)
You know I be prayin' to God every night
And im asking He bring you right back
And you was my dawg, my day one, had my back with no strings attached
Ayy, cuzzo, we need you back
Yeah, granny, she need you back
I'm runnin' this sack up, tuh
They wanna be General Gang, but nigga, we backed up
Look at the stats, huh, niggas get packed up
Yeah, talk bad about General, nigga, it's bad luck
Cuzzo was here, he'd tell me to hustle
And go get that bag, huh (It's Webbie)
(Oh, load 'em up, for that 7)
Uh, oh
Muscle Beach shit, nigga
Hahaha)
Yeah, come on
That was my dawg for sure, niggas ain't knowin' the pain I felt
That was my dawg for sure, sometimes I blame myself
That was my dawg for sure, used to get whooped with the same old belt
That was my dawg for sure, I lost my dawg for sure
It'll never be right, bro
It's Webbie
Long live the motherfuckin' General, nigga