Letter to the Pen

[Intro]

(“Ain’t nuthin’ but a ‘G’ thang, baby”)

Yeah, this how we doing it this time

(“Ain’t nuthin’ but a ‘G’ thang, baby”)

Huh, peep this shit out

[Verse 1]

What’s up, baby? I hope this letter brightens your day

And put a big smile on your sexy ass face

You’re doing the right thing that a solider like you can do

Now stand tall through it all and pimp this shit

Just waiting on the day that you can come home

To see your baby—damn, it’s driving me crazy

I’ll be down next week to put some money on your books

And hey, look, don’t forget to take the celly up out that box

Sent you everything you need and got them new Jordans

Everything there is to shoot, you know my nigga’s sportin’

Sent you flicks of the baby, sent some shots in my bikini

Huh, I hope you’re glad to see me

Keeping a low profile although I’m nervous as hell

You know a bitch gotta love you sneaking shit up in jail

It’s cool, I got your back, you my nig’ and we all that

I wouldn’t be down if I can’t keep my nigga’s pockets fat

And it’s like that, ‘cause every week, I send a letter to the pen

[Sampled Hook]

(“Ain’t nuthin’ but a ‘G’ thang, baby”)

(“My life’s filled with rainy days”)

(“Ain’t nuthin’ but a ‘G’ thang, baby”)

(“Now my life’s filled with rainy days”)

[Interlude: Martin Lawrence]

Yo, man, don’t believe that old writing shit, man

Right now, man, she in a kitchen butt naked, man

Walking around making another muh’fucka a sandwich

With cheese on her titties, Now and Laters all in her ass

All that shit

[Verse 2]

I put a sale sign on your ‘fo and the nigga next do’ wanna know

How much you selling your rims fo’?

I told him it’s two for the tires, eight for the rims

Let me talk to my nigga to see what we can work in

All these nig’s want a deal, ain’t none of ‘em real

Like I don’t know what to quote, they wanna tell me what to sell it for

You know I ran into Pookie and Ben

I said, “What’s up? Y’all act like y’all can’t send my nigga no ends”

I told you niggas won’t be down when your ass ain’t around

They don’t even call, supposed to be your fuckin’ road dogs

But it’s like that, and every week, I send my letter to the pen

[Sampled Hook]

(“Ain’t nuthin’ but a ‘G’ thang, baby”)

(“My life’s filled with rainy days”)

(“Ain’t nuthin’ but a ‘G’ thang, baby”)

(“Now my life’s filled with rainy days”)

[Interlude: Martin Lawrence]

I’m telling you, man, I knew the girl before, uh

Before I even came in the muh’fuckin’ joint

Before you met her, man

I’m telling you, the girl like a muh’fucka to pull her hair

I’m talking about the hair on her back, man

I’m telling you, man…

[Verse 3]

Before I bring it to a close, baby, you stay sweet

And don’t forget that I’ll be down for my visit next week

My big sister Trish said “hi”

Tony and Shay dropped by to say that Dee got five

You know they caught him with two ki’s flying back from D.C

The Feds ain’t no joke, hanging niggas from ropes

You better know, huh, yeah

‘Cause every week, I send my letter to the pen

[Sampled Hook]

(“Ain’t nuthin’ but a ‘G’ thang, baby”)

(“My life’s filled with rainy days”)

(“Ain’t nuthin’ but a ‘G’ thang, baby”)

(“Now my life’s filled with rainy days”)

(“Ain’t nuthin’ but a ‘G’ thang, baby”)

(“My life’s filled with rainy days”)

(“Ain’t nuthin’ but a ‘G’ thang, baby”)

(“Now my life’s filled with rainy days”)

[Outro: Martin Lawrence]

Yo, man, you keep ranting and raving about this muh’fuckin’ girl

Like she all that

Nigga, I’ma tell you like this

Right now, muh’fucka, she letting another nigga wear your clothes

All out to the club, right now, nigga at a club in an argyle sweater

Some muh’fuckin’ Pierre Cardin shoes, and Sassoon jeans

The muh’fucka’s a bammer, nigga

And wearing your shit ‘cause you was a bammer

Now get the fuck out my face!