Good Damm Man

[Singing]

La da da da da

Ooh, oh, ooh

[MJG]

MJG with his hand on a black steel figure

Sent three tricks up to backwoods river

Give me, uh, the motherfucking chump wanna fight me

Kick the shit out ya ass quite nicely

Swangin' round the corner got my game tight, ready

Rollin' one deep in the SS Chevy

Hoes, in blow up clothes trying to get my full attention

But don't say shit if ya don't get mentioned

Drinkin' 80 proof gin, chiefin' green, sticky dope

Ya ass don't smoke if ya ass don't choke

I'm too thick to be faded, Heinz 57 thickness

I freeze ya ass with the motherfucking quickness

It's the grease that be straight out the street that I deliver

Shit so cold it make ya insides shiver

If a nigga twenty holding, twenty motherfucking minutes

I blow the strength out the bitch damn splitted

Hellafied, mackadocious blow the better of the hay

Ya gets no hit if ya ass don't pay

Lay ya ass down jacker ain't no money to be took

I shot the shit out the got damn crook

[Chorus]

I'm a good damm man, I'm a good damm man

Just can't stand that I'm a good damm man and I'm cool

I'm a good damm man, I'm a good damm man

Pimp all hoes and, uh take on niggas too

I'm a good damm man, I'm a good damm man

Just can't stand that I'm a good damm man and I'm cool

Good damm man

[Verse 2]

Pimp tight nigga for real slash lavish

Don't chase dreams if ya can't count cabbage

And even if a woman gets dinner to give me some

It ain't no bitch worth my whole income

Force dir ho, you ain't no virgin have you heard

See hoes get broke tryin' to break past the word

Ain't no ignorant motherfuckers residing in my zone

Cause most sad folks got they own damn home

It's been too many times that I've been ganked and double-crossed

The game got grown and the game got tossed

Back in my ass, jabbing me fast, I had to shake

What I worked to make the side that wants to take

I get the notion that there's a fire in the kitchen, feel the flames

The heat about to cook up ya whole damn thang

Get ya hand back reaching for mine, suicide

The fuck got slapped out, the nigga knew he died

It's his own damn fault, you know that busta brought it on

Stay in a child's place if ya ass ain't grown

And you do not prostitute hoes that work for me

Collect my loot out the got damn streets

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Right now you know the name is M-J-G

Knock trick punks off the block daily

I can say we was fucking you up, you was squealing

Put three caps in the sniper on the building

Fill him up, shovel his ass, drop his ass, then cut him

Now you don't look so bad motherfuck him

I'm bout tired of bitch niggas and I'm tired of bitch hoes

But I guess that's the way life goes

Cause it grows, cousin workin' on schemes, sale dreams

Don't know shit about the hip-hop scene

Breakin' you clean, using ya ideas, what they doin'

Signed ya life on the line now ya ruined

I'm a realist and a leader not a follower

Break soft shit that the nation can't swallow

Never can be stopped, new on the block poet

Read the fuck out the thread when you sew it

[Singing]

La da da da da

Good damm man

[Chorus (x3)]