4 Cash Heatas And Mags All Dat Shit I Learned Dey Aint Teachin In Class It Started From Wit An Ounce In A House I Was Runnin Shop Make Sure Dey Had It In And Make Sure
don't believe you Yeah, finish it, wait Would you beat 'em to the flo in the club? (I sho will) Would you jack 'em even if they ain't dub? (I sho will
she told me she got it The shit is too simple you niggaz you make it hard You ass should resign nigga never resigned Hub city told my black ass well
like the rules I said, I got good dues Oh oh ohh, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah The sun comes up in my neighborhood I scratch my nuts, and man it sure feels
your maker The man that laugh last, will surely laugh harder Me have a gonna shut up and eat bars, and all of the prankster With them and I for black
like I'm a motorcycle You wanna shine bitch? Let me simonize you I make sure your vision blur 'Til you don't know what occurred until I black out every
's 3.5 on my rictor scale And if the sack aint obese you wont make the sale I need an eighth big body's sayin When you bring my shit make sure my shit
U.P.T. It's chicken hawk, Whoo-Bangin out tha Dub-S-C [Hook] (Mikkey) Now introducin Mikkey, you could find me crusin tha city Black X-5, wit four dymes
days. All of my favorite girls miss drake these days. Please don't take offense to my ways. Cause I need drug money Who got drug money I am talkin "white phantom sittin on dub
in the back, just incase I gotta tore them I cause I sure give it up, let me catch them with that wheels stuck jumpin' out soundin' like Dub, yeah nigga
blowin' blueberry green Cadillac on blue D's and a blue T Money thick as blue cheese, chunkin' up the dub What the west be without Snoop, Dub C and one
blueberry green Cadillac on blue D's and a blue T Money thick as blue cheese, chunkin up the dub What the west be without Snoop and Dub C and one blood
strings, blowin' blueberry green Cadillac on blue D's and a blue T Money thick as blue cheese, chunkin' up the dub What the west be without Snoop, Dub
t a rapper or an activist I'm badder I used to run from a cracker named Lieutenant Casper No black leather jackets or black horasis My old days, like
game for sure And when I win I spit game to whores (yep) Or double it back, I'll double the stacks Throw a dub, a big face or double the stack (boy)
llello Double up nigga what you need? We got weed to get P.O.Ded Fiend for the green leaves Give it up it's the foe sure you better lay low Cause the
I'm not sure about any of these names Mami Mary, Mary Coleman that is I love you, rest in peace You still here though Word up This goes out to you Mary
to dub side united [Verse 2] Who do you love? Bugs, styles and fresh And numb somes of soul, witchcraft The clutch is the archer's mode, and sure plot