Mouth To Mouth Lyrics - Singles - G. Love

Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? 

Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? 

Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? 

Where Brooklyn at? 

1, 2, 3, and... 

Now they say you ain't never suppose to envy no man 

Can't tell that to a dingy old man 

Who see a young nigga getting plently dough man 

Icy Audemar, Hendy gold band 

With a mean girl like Lindsay Lohan 

That's why I keep the 9 in the Bentley door pan 

Trust it's gon' bust you roll on us 

Know it's gon' blow for my dough 

Why would you try with that guy 

Scene told you he keep it G 

We can bang like the two chains on my neck 

The hood is Iraq I'm Hussein in the 'jects 

The coupe's up take the new Lame for a sec 

12" up, new cane in the deck nigga 

Right now with a squeezer and a coozie 

And I'm goin out like Keyshia with the uzi 

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They talk about it, we all about it 

They making plans, we sit and counting 

Our cheddar stack it's just like a mountain 

You heard about it 'cause she running her mouth 

She want's to ride, and she's trying to hide it 

I'm cool as ever, she's too excited 

Her man look like, he want to fight 

But he ain't doing nothing, but running his mouth 

Fuck around and feel the fury of a high nigga 

When I get busy throw your hands in the sky nigga 

I got the illest of the ill mentality, niggas be grabbing me 

Knowing that they'd rather be stabbing me 

All up in my back trying to take my track 

When I used to sell crack I ain't had problems like that 

Street rules, watch your pockets and your jewels 

A nigga front, throw the gat to the fool 

Necks wanna move but's getting blasted 

Streets to a flows from the ill ghetto bastard 

As I release masterpieces like adhesive 

Stuck to your ass, like tissue when your wiping fast 

MC's have a hard time believing 

I mark with death, hard to kill like Steven 

When Jake come I'm leaving, the black man's motto 

You got a better chance playing lotto 

What you want nigga? 

[Chorus] 

Ah, Yo 

Now watch me dip-dip-di-dive all over the beat 

Now watch me drip-drip-dri-di all over the street 

The general consensus is you'll be the dominating fleet 

Bitch raw, and let me continue to bring the heat 

You know who been the kings of the block, the kings of the drops 

The kings of the crap music and the kings of the cross 

Niggas fire then drop shit like the purest of powder 

That's why most of these niggas little song be sounding like ours 

Couple years ago, niggas probably thought I was dying 

Now same niggas are idolizing put our face in the shrine 

Yeah I took a little time to cook and show you what's really hot 

How the fuck any of you niggas think you feeling my spot 

Why you niggas getting mad at us, we shit on your floors 

All in your house nigga, our strategies is different from yours 

Listen, you come you can do it while I continue to preach 

Snoop, fam, bigger Bust of the stand if you can't reach 

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Uhhh, uhhh 

Fox then B.I.G. 

Who fucking with Fox, who want it with I 

Bust a shot for me and Big from the villfredo sky 

Got my Joan Fross shit on, hop off my dick 

Canary bangle-round I ain't gon' 20 carrots on this bitch 

Pull up the Phantom, show 'em how we switch 

From the Bentley blinds spur kill 'em with the six 

Bed-Stuy what up y'all, what up with your girl 

How she leave dude broke tell them boys on work 

I'm in the G5 Jedi, Brooklyn what's your chrome 

'Cause that niggas lying home if the tutti with the dead-eye 

My nigga Neck got hit up in his truck 

And no Stranel ain't the same since Homo got touched 

Nasty with the pistol, nasty with the clit 

See I'm a beast with it, fucking 'til I'm crippled 

Ill nuns squeezing the lhama 

Bog roll dutty, Fox and Poppa 

Run for your gun you suckers 

B.I.G. I'm a get them motherfuckers 

Don't you worry about a thing, bang-bang-boogie 

I got a few chickens that's gon' work that noggie 

In the lack with a sack go and put it on the mat 

What it do nephew (Where Brooklyn at?) 

Uh, turning it out, run in your house 

Gun in your mouth, motherfucker quit running your mouth 

[Chorus] 

What you really want from a nigga?...