Mr. President
Hey, this is the G Child
Spacekateers
I'm back baby, yes I'm back

And Mr. President, you're not chillin' in the house baby
You're not chillin' in the house
Ya know why? Huh? Huh? Should I tell ya?
You know why? Yeah 'cuz ya ya ya ya chillin' in the shack, beeyatch

This is the shack, this is how we act
Caps I peel, flex my steel
This is the shack, this is how we act
Caps I peel, flex my steel

It's ya muthafuckin' third letter of ya alphabet
Put knight at the individ, it's a nigga you can't get with
Funky styles, I be showin' niggaz
I be blowin' niggaz straight out they socks, because

The Dove Shack is comin' more twisted than dreadlocks
Now plot on the shack if you want to
But if you get caught slipping, we will be dippin'
Down your block just to street sweep your spot, nigga

But you can still follow along, grab ahold of my nut sack
Because I've got the doja
Oh, I haven't told ya much love to my nigga Warren
He's a G, hook me, now I'm gettin' funky

I'm chillin' with my feet up on the table in the shack
With my revolver, problem solver
Waitin' for a nigga to fuck with this
So I can let his ass know who he is

This is the shack, this is how we act
Caps I peel, flex my steel
This is the shack, this is how we act
Caps I peel, flex my steel

It's the nigga 2 Scoops, the Long Beach East sider
Niggaz start to duck when I come 'cuz I'm a ridah
So I suggest you get the 411 on the shack
We peelin' caps to the front, then we peel 'em back

Approachin' the wrong way, with no delay I blast your ass
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You can't miss me with that, step in my path
I let the AK ripper cut that ass in half

I dwells, I bells, in the LBC
The real menace to society, packin' up alrighty
A flow, but watch the one I used to abuse this track
We in front of that ass and you still can't see the shack

So pack up your gear and run and hide
And pass the doja to the left hand side
We comin' like that, it ain't no love for no rat
I guess that's how we act when we chillin' in the shack

This is the shack, this is how we act
Caps I peel, flex my steel
This is the shack, this is how we act
Caps I peel, flex my steel

As you enter into the zone called the G Funk
(Now relax)
Here a lie a war with the west
(Dove Shack)
Kicks it is a know 'em, rip 'em will be torn
Dip it as we flip it, wicked with the Warren G child

See styles, meanwhile freestyles have been rendered
I see the door of your mind, may I enter?
I knock and I promise I won't hurt you
The definition of G Funk is just something to like swerve

To something to smoke herb, to sunk we and we serve
Get with the dope herb take a tall kid beat the loccness
Lessons will be taught before caught in the shuffle
Flexin' all the muscle, livin' large is fuckin' rustle

I'm Simmons, I'm Robin, like givin'
I know you love this funky style out this world, make your head twirl
Hear the less, now play the squirrel as you earl on the track
Who am I? Bo Roc from The Dove Shack

This is the shack, this is how we act
Caps I peel, flex my steel
This is the shack, this is how we act
Caps I peel, flex my steel