G-Unit was founded shortly after 50 Cent left Columbia Records. The original members were: 50 Cent, Bang Em Smurf, Domination, Lloyd Banks, Sha Money XL & Tony Yayo. These rappers collectively established the group as a whole in 2000; however, after Yayo got a prison sentence 50 Cent signed Young Buck and along with himself and Banks became the three faces of G-Unit. Smurf and Domination left the group due to some problems with the General, 50 Cent.
After being shot, 50 Cent signed to Interscope Records. Due to the success of his commercial debut album, Get Rich or Die Tryin', he was granted his own record label. This was when 50 and Sha Money XL founded G-Unit Records.
The group continued to work hard and released several mixtape series which earned them a lot of attention in the rap industry. The most prominent of these being 50 Cent Is the Future, God's Plan, No Mercy, No Fear and Automatic Gunfire. G-Unit have also started a mixtape series with their DJ, DJ Whoo Kid, called G-Unit Radio.
These mixtapes gave them a gigantic buzz throughout New York City, which eventually led to 50's first solo album Get Rich or Die Tryin' selling over 12 million copies.
Before the group had a chance to record its debut album, Tony Yayo was sentenced to prison for a gun-possession charge as well as bail-jumping. During Tony Yayo's prison sentence, the group signed Nashville rapper, Young Buck. They continued their activity, working on yet more mixtape recordings. In particular, their 'G-Unit Remix' to 50 Cent's "P.I.M.P." was successful.
During Tony Yayo's prison sentence, G-Unit recorded their debut album, Beg for Mercy. The album was quickly released on November 14, 2003 to combat bootlegging and had significant commercial success. Tony Yayo made only two appearances on the album, both on songs that were recorded before his arrest. The album peaked at #2 on the Billboard charts and sold over 4 million units.
50 Cent later went on to sign The Game, Mobb Deep, M.O.P., Olivia, Spider Loc andMase. The Game was asked to be put in the group by Dr. Dre and Jimmy Iovine. 50 Cent agreed, and gave 7 of his records which was supposed to go on his second LP The Massacre. After The Game went on the radio and said that he had no problems with some rappers 50 Cent had issues with, 50 felt that Game was disloyal and kicked him out of the group, which lead to the infamous G-Unit vs. The Game/Black Wallstreet meet and beat off.
Bring My Bottles
G-Unit Lyrics
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And you ain't spending no money get the fuck out
We need them bottles. Sparkle something
Say you ballin', boy, we gon' need the proof
We be two steppin', mix the Effen with the juice
Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose
Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose
I was just stuntin', man, this bitch here confused
Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose
Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose
Fuck you know 'bout bustin' down a brick?
Your main ho always think that you around a bitch
Picked up a pack and I ain't look back since '96
Since then I've been addicted to designer shit
Chopper in the parkin' lot, I'm tryna find a lick
Come up on a thousand pounds, that's my kind of rich
Independent, I don't need no nigga with me
I do everything quickly, don't believe me? Ask 50
I got game for these hoes, can't no broke bitch trick me
And can fit a hundred bands in these navy blue Dickies
I pull up and my car ain't got no roof (Fuck with me)
All these bitches say that I'm the truth (Fuck with me)
I know just what to do to get 'em loose (Fuck with me)
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Fuck with me)
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?)
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?)
I know just what to do to get 'em loose (Where my bottles?)
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?)
Hundred bottles with the sparklers, light it up
Bottles in the air, fuck them niggas buyin' cups (Get some money ho)
Louis the 13th, I drink rich nigga shit
Turn one into two quick, I do tricks with the bricks
Extra clip on my hip, all my niggas with the shits
It's the Unit in this bitch, I'm 50 rich, now who you with?
G UNIT, lazy niggas don't want to pop no bottles
Yayo keep sayin', "Nigga, what's a thousand dollars"
She must don't plan on stayin' if she don't swallow
DM'd her friend on Instagram and told that bitch to holler
Dopeboy, bitch, I ain't playin', I fuck with guala
And I don't fuck with rappers, bein' honest
I fuck with them strippers, be at Onyx
Them starlets and them les hoes, your bitch is garbage
Them King of Diamond bitches, ain't they gorgeous?
Drop head Phantom and I'm sittin' on Forgi's
I pull up and my car ain't got no roof (Fuck with me)
All these bitches say that I'm the truth (Fuck with me)
I know just what to do to get 'em loose (Fuck with me)
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Fuck with me)
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?)
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?)
I know just what to do to get 'em loose (Where my bottles?)
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?)
It's the Unit, man. We back. Young Buck
Cashville, Ten a key, nigga. Yeah
"Bring My Bottles" by G-Unit is a song where the group is demanding more luxury items and setting high expectations for anyone who enters the VIP section. The lyrics suggest that if you are in the VIP section, you are expected to spend money or leave. The group throws around phrases like "sparkle something," and "bring my bottles to my booth," making it clear that they want the high-end champagne and nothing else. They mock people who come into the VIP with nothing to offer and dare anyone to try and prove they are ballers without giving the group proof.
Further, the group refers to their experience in the rap industry, highlighting how they have been in the game since 1996 and are still winning. They mention that they have "game for these hoes" and "can fit a hundred bands in these navy blue Dickies." The group boasts of their wealth and luxury items, such as Louis XIII, while ridiculing other rappers who don't spend as much and the women who chase them. They claim to only associate with strippers, being honest about not liking rappers and preferring to spend their time with women who work at high-end strip clubs like King of Diamonds.
In summary, "Bring My Bottles" is a song with a strong message about lavishness and luxury. The lyrics boast of wealth and high-end items, and the group sets high expectations for anyone who wants to be around them. The group ridicules anyone who is not living up to their standards and makes it clear that they only associate with people who are living life in the fast lane.
Line by Line Meaning
If you in this VIP
If you're in this VIP section
And you ain't spending no money get the fuck out
If you're not going to spend any money, leave
We need them bottles. Sparkle something
We need bottles of alcohol with sparklers to make a showy entrance
Say you ballin', boy, we gon' need the proof
If you claim to be wealthy, we need to see evidence to believe you
We be two steppin', mix the Effen with the juice
We dance and mix a brand of vodka called Effen with fruit juice
Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose
I know how to make people loosen up and have fun
Shorty think I'm trickin' cause she got a pair of shoes
A woman thinks I'm trying to deceive her because she has new shoes
I was just stuntin', man, this bitch here confused
I was just showing off, this woman is confused
Fuck you know 'bout bustin' down a brick?
What do you know about dividing a large amount of drugs?
Your main ho always think that you around a bitch
Your girlfriend always suspects that you're with someone else
Picked up a pack and I ain't look back since '96
I started selling drugs in 1996 and haven't stopped since then
Since then I've been addicted to designer shit
Since then, I've developed a habit of buying expensive clothes
Chopper in the parkin' lot, I'm tryna find a lick
I have a gun and I'm looking for a way to make money illegally
Come up on a thousand pounds, that's my kind of rich
Getting a large amount of money is what I consider to be rich
Independent, I don't need no nigga with me
I'm self-sufficient and don't need a man with me
I do everything quickly, don't believe me? Ask 50
I do things fast, ask my friend 50 Cent for proof
I got game for these hoes, can't no broke bitch trick me
I have clever tactics for women, poor women can't deceive me
And can fit a hundred bands in these navy blue Dickies
I can fit one hundred thousand dollars in my navy blue pants
Hundred bottles with the sparklers, light it up
We have 100 bottles of alcohol with sparklers and we're lighting them up
Bottles in the air, fuck them niggas buyin' cups (Get some money ho)
We're raising our bottles in the air, disregarding people who buy drinks by the cup and calling someone a gold digger
Louis the 13th, I drink rich nigga shit
I drink expensive cognac called Louis the 13th
Turn one into two quick, I do tricks with the bricks
I turn one drug package into two, and have skills in dealing drugs
Extra clip on my hip, all my niggas with the shits
I have a spare gun magazine and my friends are ready for trouble
It's the Unit in this bitch, I'm 50 rich, now who you with?
It's G-Unit in this place, I'm worth 50 million, who are you associating with?
G UNIT, lazy niggas don't want to pop no bottles
G-Unit, people who are lazy do not want to buy bottles of alcohol
Yayo keep sayin', "Nigga, what's a thousand dollars"
Tony Yayo keeps asking, "What's a thousand dollars?"
She must don't plan on stayin' if she don't swallow
If she doesn't perform oral sex, she must not be planning on staying
DM'd her friend on Instagram and told that bitch to holler
I messaged her friend on Instagram and told that woman to contact me
Dopeboy, bitch, I ain't playin', I fuck with guala
I'm a drug dealer, I'm serious, I make money
And I don't fuck with rappers, bein' honest
I don't associate with other rappers, to be truthful
I fuck with them strippers, be at Onyx
I spend time with strippers at the club, Onyx
Them starlets and them les hoes, your bitch is garbage
Famous women and lesbians, your girlfriend is not good enough
Them King of Diamond bitches, ain't they gorgeous?
Women at King of Diamonds strip club, aren't they beautiful?
Drop head Phantom and I'm sittin' on Forgi's
I have a Rolls-Royce convertible with custom Forgiato wheels
Cashville, Ten a key, nigga. Yeah
Cashville, I sell drugs for $10,000 per kilo, yes
I pull up and my car ain't got no roof (Fuck with me)
I arrive in a convertible car with no roof (Fuck with me)
All these bitches say that I'm the truth (Fuck with me)
These women all believe that I am honest and real (Fuck with me)
I know just what to do to get 'em loose (Fuck with me)
I know how to make people relax and have fun (Fuck with me)
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Fuck with me)
Can you please bring my bottles of alcohol to my private area? (Fuck with me)
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?)
Can you please bring my bottles of alcohol to my private area? (Where are they?)
I know just what to do to get 'em loose (Where my bottles?)
I know how to make people relax and have fun (Where are my bottles?)
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?)
Can you please bring my bottles of alcohol to my private area? (Where are they?)
It's the Unit, man. We back. Young Buck
It's G-Unit, we're back and Young Buck is here
Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: DAVID DARNELL BROWN, STEVE MCKINLEY THORNTON, CURTIS JAMES JACKSON
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Ouays Amin
If you in this VIP
And you ain't spending no money get the fuck out
We need them bottles. Sparkle something
Say you ballin', boy, we gon' need the proof
We be two steppin', mix the Effen with the juice
Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose
Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose
Shorty think I'm trickin' cause she got a pair of shoes
I was just stuntin', man, this bitch here confused
Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose
Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose
Fuck you know 'bout bustin' down a brick?
Your main ho always think that you around a bitch
Picked up a pack and I ain't look back since '96
Since then I've been addicted to designer shit
Chopper in the parkin' lot, I'm tryna find a lick
Come up on a thousand pounds, that's my kind of rich
Independent, I don't need no nigga with me
I do everything quickly, don't believe me? Ask 50
I got game for these hoes, can't no broke bitch trick me
And can fit a hundred bands in these navy blue Dickies
I pull up and my car ain't got no roof (Fuck with me)
All these bitches say that I'm the truth (Fuck with me)
I know just what to do to get 'em loose (Fuck with me)
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Fuck with me)
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?)
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?)
I know just what to do to get 'em loose (Where my bottles?)
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?)
Hundred bottles with the sparklers, light it up
Bottles in the air, fuck them niggas buyin' cups (Get some money ho)
Louis the 13th, I drink rich nigga shit
Turn one into two quick, I do tricks with the bricks
Extra clip on my hip, all my niggas with the shits
It's the Unit in this bitch, I'm 50 rich, now who you with?
G UNIT, lazy niggas don't want to pop no bottles
Yayo keep sayin', "Nigga, what's a thousand dollars"
She must don't plan on stayin' if she don't swallow
DM'd her friend on Instagram and told that bitch to holler
Dopeboy, bitch, I ain't playin', I fuck with guala
And I don't fuck with rappers, bein' honest
I fuck with them strippers, be at Onyx
Them starlets and them les hoes, your bitch is garbage
Them King of Diamond bitches, ain't they gorgeous?
Drop head Phantom and I'm sittin' on Forgi's
I pull up and my car ain't got no roof (Fuck with me)
All these bitches say that I'm the truth (Fuck with me)
I know just what to do to get 'em loose (Fuck with me)
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Fuck with me)
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?)
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?)
I know just what to do to get 'em loose (Where my bottles?)
Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?)
It's the Unit, man. We back. Young Buck
Cashville, Ten a key, nigga. Yeah
Ricardo Cรฉsar Ribeiro
O tempo passa, mas quando o som รฉ pesado meu amigo. .. Nรฃo tem jeito. Os Reis do Rap.
Amanuel Zemichael
Buck definitely brings the energy to the Unit.ย
Kirk Lewis
That 50 Intro.....explode into Buck! ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฅ
LVCIFER
buck keep up the good work...
you are truly one of the few rappers that still carry the hood on every verse.
Sibusiso Zungu
Still dont understand why this song never blew up... #G-G-G-G Unit for ever๐...
#2022
Jennifer Best
Nice to know the G-Unit is still rocking. This track is dope.
Edin Prnjavorac
As usual, Buck killed it!!!!!
mitra
Love this beast album! G-unit is back! Expecting more like this from you.
SkinnyTim 5150
mitra nah buck and 50 been back to beefing. Smh 50 such a clown sometimes
Sheldon Mckinney
love the unit. I'm forever gonna represent for the masterpiece 50 done built. love y'all keep doin what y'all do...