Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
(Holiday)

If you want that G-funk, then you know I got that Cadillac love, yeah
And I got what she want, so you'll never shut me down and cuff her up, oh yeah
I been around your neighbors
Spendin' all your paper
I know you think you got her, you don't
You don't, you don't
I'm just here to let you know

See, homie, it ain't my fault
If she hop in this old G-ride
If she get up in the back seat or we spark the green
And I get between them thighs
She be like, "Oh, baby, oh, baby, give my ass a smack"
I be like, "Oh, baby, oh, baby, bet your nigga don't feel like that"

Give a fuck what you say about me
Give a fuck what you say about me
I'ma do my shit, I'ma tell young G
Your ho is a freak strokin' me, yeah
Give a fuck what you say about me
Give a fuck what you say about me, oh
I'm up in these streets, you know where I be, said

If you want that G-funk, then you know I got this R