AMG Filmography

• Linewatch
  2008, role: actor , character name: Stokes
• Winner Takes All
  1998, role: actor , character name: Grant

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Yo Momma Told Me... - AMG
• Sucka For Luv - AMG
• Soak Me Baby - AMG
• Pimp Of The Century - AMG
• Once A Dawg (Janine 2) - AMG
• Leather And Wood - AMG
• Don't be a 304 - AMG
• Around The World - AMG
• 304 Thang - AMG

[AMG] Aiyyo 304 man
[304] Yo man whats up
[AMG] Remember that girl I used to talk to Alicia
[304] Yeah
[AMG] Yeah man, that girl is a trip man
[304] For real?
[AMG] Yeah, I called her house today man, she wasnt there so her moms picked
up the phone start teling me all this crazy shit about this bitch
Chorus:
Yo momma told me that you was a hoe
Tell baby, is it really so
Yo momma told me you's a freak
Everynight and every week
[AMG]
Baby, I know I told you
About your ways, and about your own style
Cause when I called your house
Yo momma answered the phone
And opened up her big mouth
Chorus
[AMG]
Come to think about it everytime we ahhh did it
I'd be all done, and you'd still be wit' it
Girl what do you have, inbetween your legs
Please don't me plead, and please don't make me beg
[AMG]
Yo momma, yo momma, yo momma, she told me
Yo momma, yo momma, yo momma
You know what she said baby
You wanted to love me down
Round and round, all around
Back around, cause you's a hoe and you's a freak
Ohhh baby
Yo momma told me that you was a hoe(She told me)
Tell baby(Tell me baby), is it really so(Let me know, let me know you hoe)
Yo momma told me you's a freak(Tell me baby, is it really true)
Everynight and every week(I gotta know, I gotta know know know)
Yo momma told me that you was a hoe(Gotta know, won't you tell me)
Tell baby, is it really so(Won't you le me know)
Yo momma told me you's a freak(Let me know, please let me know)
Everynight and every week(Let me know)

Nigga youse a..
[AMG]
Uh uhh! Yeah, uhh
Uh, uhh, uhh
One time for you mind
Uh, uhh, uhh
Youse a.. sucka..
Yeah, yes
I once met a nigga who was cool and shit
So what? So I let him hang with my click
Said he pimped hoes, and he knew how to make ends
Said he even had a Benz
And a house in Atlanta, G-A, and in L.A.
and he fucked different hoes every day-ah
I said, "Nigga since we all in the same game
might as well let our motherfuckin nuts hang"
But shit got funny when it came down to makin money
Found out he was a dummy
And the pussy made him sway
And it wasn't no different hoe each and every day
But trip, that ain't it, he went out like a bitch
Sayin my shit was his shit (nah)
Now he's on the way to player's court
Gettin charged for fakin the funk
You little punk, youse a sucka
[Chorus]
Nigga, youse a sucka for love
Nigga youse a sucka for love (nigga youse a sucka)
Nigga, youse a sucka for love
Nigga youse a sucka for love (punk youse a sucka)
Nigga, youse a sucka for love
Nigga youse a sucka for love (check this out)
Nigga, youse a sucka for love
Nigga youse a sucka for love..
[AMG]
I got a homey who calls me a captain
cause I get a lot of hoes from the rappin
But I ain't no trick, I'm into hoe hoppin
But guess who I see in the mall shoppin?
Diggin way down deep in them Kani sweats
Spendin dough on a hoe that he ain't bumped yet
And he don't wanna see me, but I make it known
Cause the hoe that he with I already boned
And the bitch actin like she don't know a brother
And this nigga holdin on to her like he love her
I looked him dead in the face and said, "Whassup Trace?
(Nigga) Ask you girl how my dick taste"
And he wanted to fight, talkin bout I ain't right
(Nigga please) Nigga flyin like a kite
Now he got two babies by her and he still
callin me a liar, she's his wife and he's a sucka for life
[Chorus]
Nigga, youse a sucka for love
Nigga youse a sucka for love (nigga youse a sucka for life)
Nigga, youse a sucka for love
Nigga youse a sucka for love (sucka youse a sucka for life)
Nigga, youse a sucka for love (for life)
Nigga youse a sucka for love .. (for life)
Nigga, youse a sucka for love (and y'all hoes out there..)
Nigga youse a sucka for love..
[AMG]
Now in ninety-fo', hoes gettin lucky
like a four leaf clover, but I'm still a Rover (woof)
And it's kinda strange, when you see 'em rollin in the Range
with a coach bag full of cash
Wearin Donna Karan but I ain't sharin my money witcha freak
You can call me cheap
or you can call me crazy, whatcha gonna do
when your ass get fat and lazy, house full of babies
And don't blame it on your baby's daddy (uh uhh)
Cause you let him buy ya, then you let him try ya
And when he left you was broker than a joke (uh uhh)
Lookin for another, so you can pucker
up your lips, and kiss him on the thang thang
Whip it on him real good, and it's the same game
So who you tryin to fool and clown
I'ma hound from my head to the ground
Beitch, so bitch get a sucka
[Chorus]
Nigga, youse a sucka for love
Nigga youse a sucka for love (you better get a sucka)
Nigga, youse a sucka for love (hoe)
Nigga youse a sucka for love (bitch get a sucka)
Bitch, youse a sucka for love
Bitch youse a sucka for love (uhh)
Nigga, youse a sucka for love
Bitch youse a sucka for love..
[AMG]
Aoww, niggaz out there, playin trick or treat
And hoes out there
Tryin to rob a nigga for his ends
Eat a dick up..
Yeah, cause nigga youse a sucka for love
If you're fallin for that
Yeah..
Yeah, welcome to the A.M. y'all
Uhh..
And no can do hoe

[AMG:]
When I first met you, you ain't have love for me
Now you got rug burns, and sweatin' out your perm
Tellin' your friends how I got it good
Spreadin' my name all through your hood
And I'm glad you ain't got a man
And I'm glad you ain't quit the band
And I'm glad you ain't nobodys baby mama
Cause a nigga don't want the drama
Sittin' lookin' pretty in my silk pajamas
Blowin' me kisses, eatin' left-over Benihana's
And I can't wait 'til you're through
Cause I got somethin' that I wanna do, ooh
[Chorus:]
Soak me baby, give me that good thing
Make it go round and round
Make it come all way down
Soak me baby, give me that good thing
Make it go round and round
Yeah yeah
[AMG:]
You got the kinda look in your eyes
that makes me wanna marry you
But first let me carry you... to the California king
How many carats do you want in your ring?
Do you like ice cream?... Let me licky-licky
It's gettin' sweet, cum 'til you sleep
Later you can beep me or leave a voicemail
With your lil' moist tail
And you know I'll be back 'cause I love the act
of makin' love, fly like a dove
Intelligent lady with class
You make me wanna tattoo your name on my ass
Cause I love the way that you do it all
Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall
And you look so good to me
Sometimes I wish that I couldn't see, ooh wee
[Chorus:]
Soak me baby, give me that good thing
Make it go round and round
Make it come all way down
Soak me baby, give me that good thing
Make it go round and round
Yeah yeah
[AMG:]
I wanna get you wet like you wanna get
When I dip between your hips with a thousand licks
No tricks, no hands, AMG is the man
with the plan while I'm hittin' the back and, prepare for the mackin'
I'm stackin', but it ain't your business
I'm goin' up in this - from the CPT to Venice
The 'G got a thousand sluts, that can get these nuts
From they face to butt, say what, say what, ah ah
[DJ Quik:]
I used to get sex up in my NSX
Now it's a four-door Benz, for you and my friends
And you got us playin' musical chairs
Baby could you drive while I lick yo' pubical hairs?
I like your pretty freckles, pre-cut speckles
Droppin' player 'phernalia while you lick the genetalia huh
So come out of that sweater and don't worry 'bout the stains
cause I got a gang of black leather in the back, make it wet
[Chorus x4:]
Soak me baby, give me that good thing
Make it go round and round
Make it come all way down
Soak me baby, give me that good thing
Make it go round and round

[AMG]
With the mad funk..
[Chorus]
AMG, on the go
Back on the motherfuckin microphone
It's the pimp of the century
So bitch pour the Hennessey!
[AMG]
(Aowwww) I got a new bone to pick
and hoes, I got a big bone to lick
And niggaz been ridin my dick, like an Amtrak
Niggaz thought I fell the fuck off, but the G's back
The dog from around the way
Uhh (L.A., Cal-i-for-ni-a)
And baby I bust 'em in
Hoodrats hoes can't even just ride the dick
And niggaz been houndin me
I'll be out, they surroundin me
but never is they clownin me
And this ain't "Bangin on Wax"
But let me get straight to the facts
I ain't no blood or crip
but I got a glock 23 with a couple of clips
And gold diggin hoes get the 22
(Buzzin) buzzin and you bug my crew
[Chorus 2X]
[AMG]
(Aowwww) I used to drink Olde E, now I sip Moet
Hangin with the jet set
And the hoes know my records sell (records sell)
So they all eat a dick up well
From state to state, they can't wait
for me to rock a show, then I'ma knock your hoe
Countin dates in my gated estate
(Ya fool) I got your girl naked in the pool
(Aowwww, hittin that indo) What?
(She just called her friends so)
So we can have a big Three's Company
Two big booties in front of me
Put my rubber on, before we get to humpin
Hit it from the back, like she stole somethin
Bust a big nut, then I'm snorin
cause when the hoes get to talkin, they borin
And it's a shame, niggaz fallin for the okeydoke
The whip appeal is a joke
And like I said, I'll be your personal 304
When I'm done, hit the do'
[Chorus 2X]
[AMG]
(Aowwww) I'm just a player on the run, havin fun
in the California sun, hit me one
And the leather and wood, I got my boys in the hood
and they ain't slippin while they grip trippin
Bumpin hoes and, baby if you're fly you're gettin chosen
I scoop a freak like you're frozen
And I like 'em when they got a little game
No drama, just a fly little hot momma
Ready and willin, big booty for the killin
(What what?) But don't be catchin no feelings
Cause a hoe is still a hoe, and I can't be witcha
if 20 niggaz done hit ya, bitch
I got the 4-1-1, on your hoochie cootchie
Just a groupie, thinkin you can soup me
But you gotta be more than a trick tramp big booty hoe
to fade this nigga though

[AMG]
Ahhh yeah
Once a motherfucking gain y'all
AMG in ya draws (It ain't nothin but bitches and mpney)
AMG, on the go, in motherfucking stereo
I dont smoke cocaine, I smoke Buddha
Do anything for a motherfucking soda
Ignite it, not get excited, let me hit it, and I'm wit' it
Pass me the motherfucking microphone
Before I mack to the bitch with the tight ass ??? on
Bitch, I'm down with the DEA, a nigga with an attitude, an a AK
So you wanna dance to this gangsta swing
Cause it ain't no thing for me to con ya ass
Cause ya fucking with a teenage pimp, hoe, I put you on the strip
Running your motherfucking fingers down to the bone
Bitch, daddy's home
Chorus:
Word to the D y'all, word to the motherfucking D y'all
Word to the D y'all, word to the motherfucking D
Word to the D y'all, word to the motherfucking D y'all
Word to the D (ain't nothing but bitches and money)
[AMG]
I got a shotgun, for a nigga like you
A punk motherfucker, with a punk motherfucking crew
Saying my jams aint hittin, you must be bullshittin
Look at the pull im gettin
Well I'm making my money legally and illegally
Sucker motherfuckers cant get with me
But wait until the tape drops, and watch all the stupid ass hoes drop
They wanna ride this dick like a motherfucking cowboy
But I ain't down boy, cause a bitch ain't nothin but a bitch to me
Word to the motherfucking D
Chorus
[AMG]
I shoot motherfuckers to get my kicks
Sue a sucker win gin to get me bent
And a thick ass bitch to get me laid
And a smoked out fiend to get me paid
AMG, coming like a motherfucking nut
Hoes with the big buts, I bust big guts
Pussy, sit it on my dick and i'll be fucking
Always theres a smile on my face cuz I be loving it
I do damage to a redbone, a light skin freak will get my bed on
And I play thess hoes like a trumpet, been a mother bump it
And see I'm leaving ya, cause thats how the game goes
Up comes your clothes, I'll pull pull out the rubber hose
And stick it your mouth its kinda funny
(Life aint nothin but bitches and money)
Word to the D y'all, word to the motherfucking D y'all
Word to the D y'all(We hear ya motherfucker) word to the motherfucking D
(AMG, DJ Quik)
Word to the D y'all(2nd to none) word to the motherfucking D y'all(Hi-C)
Word to the D (aint nothing but bitches and money)
[AMG]
It aint nothin but a buts
It aint nothin but a big nut
It aint nothin but some dollars
It aint nothin but a forty
Uhh, yeah, ahh shit, hey, well
Word to the D, word to the D, word to the D, word to the D
Word to the motherfucking D, y'all
Now word to the D, word

[AMG]
Yeah
Somethin for ya to.. ride to
So uhh, let it bump in the trunk cause
[Chorus]
It's all to the good
when you're bumpin in the leather and wood
It's all to the good
when you're bumpin in the leather and wood
[AMG]
I jumps in the Lex-o, on the way to L.A.
Had a payday, now I need a boo-tay
Too many freaks rollin with they top down
I'm a hound, so I clown and turn up my sound
Light a beadie up, see a hoe I wanna know
so I speed it up, hope she eat it up
Too quick on my dick, then she jumped in
Star struck little hooker with a rump
Lookin like a melon
She knows I get paid for sellin my spellin
I'm tellin ya, 17 was the age of the P-Y-T
Hey you need to ride with me
She said as my head shook no
Park the bucket you tramp and don't slam my do'
As she got in, all I had to say was
Damn Cube, today +was+ a good day
[Chorus 2X]
[AMG]
Had a early booty call about 10:30
Got the eight-five-oh, cause the Lex' is dirty
Had to go and get the hooker from the Wood
No drama, cause it used to be my hood
Hit the horn for the hoodrat to come out (c'mon)
Long hair, redboned booty no doubt
She's the freak of the week, that's what my homies say
Thinkin I'm a trick and a treat, like a holiday
but I gots better plans for mine (what?)
I ain't even tryin to pass the time
Took the hoe to the beach y'know
Got her high off the bomb ass indo
And the bitch got naked in the B-M
Then I rocked that ass, like a coliseum
And that's how it goes you know
When you fuck with the three to the oh and fo'
Cause it's
[Chorus 2X]
[AMG]
Check this out, yeah
Feelin grand in the blue Cherokee
Sippin on a little Coke and Hennessey
Pager blowin up and lookin like the voicemail
Tenderoni wanna meet me at the hotel
On the way to the spot, I see Poppa LQ
and Girbaud, with a car full of hoes
And they want me to stop, but I cain't cause
I'm on my way to see E, to get the bombudd
Get the smoke then I'm headed down Pico
Bust a right on the way, to the Nico
Lookin fly in Kani walkin through the lobby
Bout to go to the suite and hit my favorite hobby
As I walked in the door to get the booty Hobbes
She fell down to her knees and gave me props
And she's lookin like a queen to me
Got a number two fiend for the jeep to creep
Cause it's

[AMG]
Yeah.. whassup y'all?
It's a 304 thing baby
Snatchin the hoes and the loot..
Smack it up, flip it, fly honey dip it
I never bone alone, I got a nine in chrome
I used to be out of luck, now when I get a boner
it often means vagina miner get to the moaner
I mean really cause it's silly ? bumps that I broken
I guess you're gettin dumber ? in the summer
I didn't know a rap song could make your jock that long
Where's your mattress, is it strapped off?
I got a girl, now my dick it need a little rest
Can't be a freak, AIDS killin niggaz every week
So when I see the booty on a cutie
got to turn the other cheek
word to the diggidy diggidy D
So now I got damn groupie on my snoopy
A year ago, now you're up in the butt
Though I didn't know, that I would know, so many is good hoes
By the look that you chose, you're undercover pros
Praise the Lord, bless your soul
In your Gap and your tight clothes and your fake gold
I forgot the hair, gettin paid for your derriere
Shakin it and bakin it, while a nigga steady takin it
for a ride in a Benz or a Beamer
304 have you seen her? Have you seen her?
AM, pump with the trunk of funk
Won't luck fuck for a trunk of stuff
Wouldn't give me the play when I was Jay, now I'm G
She got the okay, she seen my CD (bitch)
And oh how she jocks
Callin in my shit on the Video Jukebox
Baby, I won't say maybe, I just say noooooooo
Don't be a 304
Don't be a 304 (4X)
Don't be a 304
Don't be a 304 (3X)
C'mon baby
What you want my loot and my ducts, and the dingaling?
Don't be a hoe
[AMG]
Now for the deuce, fans wanna know who is who
Tres with the bass, mo' go 304 is a groupie
Stompin, AMG ain't from Compton
Better yet Bed-Stuy, N.Y.
Some of ladies wanna know why I say bitch
To get rich or to make a point about a trick
A bitch is a woman who sucks and fucks
a dumb nigga for his duc's and bucks
A hoe is a girl that'll do the same
with no shame, and less game
And baby, I don't want neither
Bitches or hoes, I keep my shit in my Girbauds
or wrap it up tight in a jimmy hat
for a red bombudd and a hootie mack
L.A., home of the one night stand
Like playin craps with your dick in your hand, you understand?
So this is for the college and the high school crew
Cause y'all be out fuckin like a zoo
You better quit, before your dick goes
Fuckin with the trick hoes, don't be a 304
Don't be a 304 (4X)
Hell yeah, ya know ya know ya know
Don't be a 304
Don't be a 304 (3X)
Yeah my man, aww yeah
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Don't be a hoe
[AMG]
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww shit
For the ninety-two, peace, to Penthouse
My nigga Mo' Dough
2nd II None, DJ Quik
My man J.C.D.
And Bo$$ is definitely in the motherfuckin house
I'm gone.. peace!
Yeah.. y'all stay tuned
AMG for the ninety-three
You know what I mean?
Aww yeah

[Girl]
Hi daddy, it's Nicole
When are you coming home?
I miss you baby
I hope you're havin some nice fun
[Chorus]
I been around the world (what?) and it's A Million Girls (true)
I been around the world (what?) and it's A Million Girls (true)
I been around the world (what?) and it's A Million Girls (true)
I been around the world (what?) and it's A Million Girls
A Million Girls
[AMG]
Yo it's funny, hoes wanna give you they heart
when your jam's at the top of the charts
But you can't play me like a game of spades
cause the A.M. is afraid of babes
I seen many come and I seen 'em go
I came with a few and released my flow
I'm back, but without the booties I'm chillin
I used to get that feelin I'm stackin A Million
Now baby, I'm used to the hoes and tramps
livin in the home of the one night stand
Jump in the ride, then I'm dickin you down
You couldn't tell me nothin, I was more than a hound
Redbones and jiggable pies, big booties in the thighs
Long haired freaks with pretty eyes
I was on the road, ballin' outta control
Pockets on swoll, then I lost my soul
Now give me that joint to hit
Every girl was a bitch and a bitch ain't shit
The world was a pussy and it's all for my dick
I had it goin on, then I started to slip, why?
[Chorus]
[AMG]
It used to be a three-oh-fo' thing, a big ol' hoe thing
State to state, fly hoes to mate
Up under the covers, lover lovers with rubbers
If they knew my name, then they knew my fame
And the game was tough, didn't know who to trust
Love wasn't a must, just a cutie to bust
And it got kinda lonely, cause they really didn't know me
but they knew I was the one and only, and
what goes up, must come down
And when it came down, nobody was around
The freaks and the fleas and the G's was gone
No crew, no boo, so I sing this song and uh
I gotta get back on track
cause a nigga didn't know how to act
Livin in the fastlane makes you go a little
insane in the brain, but it's all the same
[Chorus]
[AMG]
Nowadays, I'm lookin for the one love shot
Not with me cause of what I got, or what they think I got
Cause some ladies wanna choose and abuse
but I ain't gettin used, like them other fools
Buyin cars and, treat 'em like movie stars
Baby do you even know who you are?
You can't step to the A.M., and think you gon' play him
I ain't sayin no names, but I probably should say 'em
And a lot of y'all probably can't handle this
cause you don't think y'all act scandalous
And you never been checked like this
So when I'm gone, baby you can reminisce
But really though, you're just a silly hoe
And you gots no shame, and you to blame
But you're young, and you're full of cum
and they say, "Go on girl"
But bitch I been around the world
I been around the world..
I been around the world..
[Chorus 1.5X w/o "what" and "true"]

[Chorus:]
It's a 304 thing
Let me see your body swing... swaaaang
Let me see your body move
Don't just sit there get your groove on
It's a 304 thing
[AMG:]
Pagenet Nationwide on my side
Never miss a beep from a freak with a big behind
Who wanna bump and grind with the bigga nigga?
I need a hooker who's quick to lick a dicka
Take a sip of liquor, Hennessy and Dom Pérignon
Gettin' high with the bone
Lookin' for the late night hype
Player haters huggin' on they hoes so tight
Trick of the Month, trickin' on a stunt
Thinkin' you's the mack 'cause your pockets on fat
I'm the reel-to-reel, got the steel to deal
and, put my fist to your grill and will (damn!)
Take your hoe to the honeycomb hideout
Give her this mighty love, then I slide out
I'm the wham-bam thank ya m'am king of the underground swing
Baby it's a 304 thing
[Chorus:]
It's a 304 thing
Let me see your body swing... swaaaang
Let me see your body move
Don't just sit there get your groove on
It's a 304 thing
[AMG:]
I'm just a nigga from the motherfuckin' what?
Used to make ends with the birds and the bud
Before I made a demo, before I rode a limo
They used to call me Spend, paper to the pen
Beats to the tape, sittin' in the studio
Niggaz try to act it, but they never knew me though
Just me and mo' doe, never in a four-do'
He me low keyin', Cherokee'n
Now it's '94 and, A-M' is the name
Fuckin' up the game, steppin' on the lames
Niggaz wanna gangbang but I wanna make ends
Fuck a '6-4 put me in a Benz
With a redbone bad mamma jamma
With the thumps and the bump like my nigga Hammer
And it's real good, comin' with the California feel good slang
Cause nigga it's a 304 thing
[Chorus:]
It's a 304 thing
Let me see your body swing... swaaaang
Let me see your body move
Don't just sit there get your groove on
It's a 304 thing
[AMG:]
Nigga who is you? Guess ya don't know about my crew
Will put you in a twist and they don't miss
Too many to name, but they don't want fame
Just a piece of the game
And some wanna get high but I gets fly
From the Coast with the most to the best thigh
And I can't forget Chicago and Frisco
Houston where the Geto Boys is thick yo
Atlanta, GA where the players play now
One more gen for my niggaz that locked down
And all the rap superstars and they crews
You better get yours, before they get you
And to the ladies, I don't hate ya but I love ya
But a few of y'all, oh yes I'm through with y'all
So if ya like what ya hear let me here ya say HO!
Cause baby it's a 304 thing
[Chorus:]
It's a 304 thing
Let me see your body swing... swaaaang
Let me see your body move
Don't just sit there get your groove on