Artist: G'Fellas (A.L.T. & Nino Brown) Album: Crime Stories Song: Everybody Knows (G-Spot G's) Typed by: Wammy Giveaway [Toker] Sabes que It's thief It's thief like a motherfucker From the 213 all the way to S.V. [Verse 1: A.L.T.] Now it's been said that eses are deep And not only in way side, but out on the street And somebody gotta represent, it's got to be The best O.G.Enius and me, fuck the rest It's the G-Spot, fool, I gotta stay true It's me, A.L.T. stayin' west up too and You Better not trip You better not slip, A.K. with a .30 shot clip Banana, Tony smoke cigars from Havana From L.A., and all the way out to Alabama But that's it, because the east ain't on the agenda Roll me some indica, that's what I'm into A Mexican thang, but y'all can be down Because finally, someone came through for the brown Walk a straight line and you won't get stuck It's that G-Spot for life, fool, so don't fuck up Chorus: A.L.T. G-Spot's the clique that I represent You see, it's all about making them presidents I put my gat in the air and I wave it around Because we stompin' in the Nikes and we all creased down Plus, my, crew, don't Give a fuck, and if they do, they get stuck We makin' shit move like pounds of ki's Because everybody knows them G-Spot G's [Verse 2: Nino Brown] Now it's about time for the new era And my people, got to take care of So I can't stop, won't stop, and they wonder Who's that brown-skinned brother Rollin' with that G-Spot click Comin' with another east side hit Represent the city where I come from Throw your set like dum, ditty-dum Mic check, watch me get wrecked M-E-X, I-C-A-N, fool Keep popping that lip, I'm a trip Then I'm a go search for another clip Hip, hop, bounce, what Through the avenues and we can't stop G-Spot motherfucker til I die Repeat Chorus [Toker] Ha ha Simon, this is Toker from the Brownside And you listening to these locos kick it off for the real eastsiders So fuck it off, ese (Verse 3) [A.L.T.] I'm juiced up like a six-four on a Sunday Sittin' on T's, hittin' corners, bumpin' one way Because this Mexican is known to slang I got every thing ridin' on my G-Spot gang It's like that Plus I got a big black gat And a little red dot on your New York hat, fool Hey G.Enius, peep out the plan I put the nine in the clip, and the shells up in your hand [Nino Brown] Hey yo, G Homey, how we fin' to put it down We stayin' true, all the way brown So what, stick the funk back, who's the mack With the beast O.G., hit the G track I'm a get 'em up, so west up, fool Now you can't funk with the crew, when the It feels so good, from the hood For my people, like I knew we should Repeat Chorus [Toker] That's right, you heard it But from Mexicans You like it, bump it If you don't, fuck you You'll see us any fuckin' way