Lyrics:
it, shake it)
Who like to twurk it at the club
(Twurk it, twurk it)
And you know something this is how we rub-a-dub
So Field Mob, come down
I met
like to twurk it at the club
(Twurk it, twurk it)
And you know something this is how we rub-a-dub
So Field Mob, come down
I met this fine young tender
Smiling back from a Saudi base
Then Carlos on the big bay mare
Heavier now and longer haired
Looking past the saddle shed
From way on bac inside his
Show me watt that mouth do
Let's give them something they can shake they ass to
Bounce that ass
Will it make you twerk too
Count that cash
Lemme see
dough
Can I get a woop woop
To these niggaz from all of my bitches
Who don't got love for niggaz without dubs?
Can I get a fuck you
To these bitches
Rockefeller
I'm movin' real mellow, but movin' with hallows
I'm purchasin' models, I'm purchasin' bottles
Don't dash out to France and don't go Monte Carlo
fuckin' mouth when you speak to me, nigga)
Big winning, big living, big shit (don't look in my direction)
It's whatever, nigga, uh
Big money, big cars,
a Big Mouth
It's gonna catch up to you someday
You're a Big Mouth
Please pass me by, don't say a word
Head full of nonsense, your logic is absurd
Don
We still right here don't fresh your luck
What the hell is Ice Cube talkin' about
That's how you get these here parked in you mouth
Westside ride
you want to
I've been by the shit, don't ask what I'm gonna do
Now, take a ride with the hoss
Half ounce of slangin' the soft
Now that's some OG talk
[Redman and Erick Sermon]
Live at the tunnel why'all
Big Kap and Funk Flex (look around)
Hit me back why'all, Def Squad why'all
Hold it down,
these here parked in you mouth
Westside ride trick, the same old spit
I don't converse with chicks I ain't goin' hit
I don't holla at these pros that
your mouth biotch.
We'll kick your punk ass to the curb
Sit your stupid ass on the couch
And nod your head to something new Feel it? Na?
Fuck you, we
talkin 'bout
That circle around the skittle
In the middle you put in your mouth
But I love ya, baby (Hell naw!)
Titties, If they big or small
That's
Big cake (guala) , big grape (Fizzle)
Flew up out to Cali with the grapes
Go and kick dubs with my locs
They see me on game, I don't want it
Grape
wit us
My nigga J-Prince you know he down wit us
Big Teeth and B-Dub down to bust
And these niggaz in this motherfucker down wit us
Takin'
And there he goes and a trick pose and a throw back
Holdin' a gack ain't gonna bust and know that
It's a dub a** see thing dub see brain
And we don't kick
you get these here parked in you mouth
Westside ride trick, the same old spit
I don't conversate with chicks I ain't goin hit
I don't holla at these
the Dubs
I know you see the thugs, you don't wanna see no blood
I know you people wishin' that one day we gon' stop
I know you recognize we got the game
don't know we be pimping in the clubs
With my man Jeff singing reggae dub with Perm, TM, Ian, and KG, Kirk E.
Fresh, me I'm Mingus and our boy J-E.
Merch
tell her style by the way that she walks
Fatty flickin' like it was dubs on it
Peep how this player got skills, get 'em out the gator high heels
caddy sittin' on them dubs
And the trunk with the block beater
I was sittin' right behind her in the two-seater
[Hook: x16]
Ooh look at big momma,
And what you don't have now
Trying to hate on me with a glass dick in your mouth
Used to represent in Cleveland black trucks with the bumps
Drive through
That bitch was a dub so I hit block
Her time expired bitch tic toc
Soon have a watch with the big rocks
Soon make a milly bitch just watch
These niggas
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