Yea You already know what that mean nigga Im back Yea Shout out to all my niggas man Know what I'm saying I love this shit Had some good weed waiting for me too Thats whats up Yea They call me Mack Daddy when I flip down in that Lac swagging Got a oz in that snack baggy Get slap happy when these bitch niggas talk trash at me Who am I? D-U-B D-U-E-C-I She say oh my when she see how fly Im coming thru Cause she dig my style and my whole facade Legs open wide, thats automatic Game tight, that's All-Madden Im fascinated with tall stacks and don't do too much of that jaw jacking Never been a lame And I ain't never been known to roll with none Just because I dont show my gun That dont mean I aint toting one Man you might find out the hard way With the white chalk and the yellow tape Man I keep stack stashed in a safe And a 38 in my pillow case In this game its kill or be killed I learned that from the real And I aint focused on getting signed Cause I want a mill before I get the deal I spit them bars thats give them chills See me coming head for the hills I got your bitch head over heels And still keep one hand on my steel Got my soldiers all in the field And your hoe all in my grill Might want to take a seat in the bleachers dog Cause we known to ball over here, yea Smoke something Crack that ciroc nigga pour something Take that to the neck I got more coming Throw these ones I got more money In my back pocket got all hundreds Break down trees like Paul Bunyan That bitch staring, thats off subject Team stunt and we all thuggin Rock in the club to my song bumping Talk is cheap so don't talk to me Unless the conversation about cheese And these lame fucks stay talking down And steady conversating about me But its that fat nigga Dueci And I stay kicking shit like Bruce Lee And if you leave your bitch around me I'll send her back to you with bruised knees I just started doing my thing And now on the streets they call me Bron James I might just slide out with your dame I tote two straps I think Im John Wayne Maybe I'm Ceaser came with the apes If I call for the gun, you call it a day If it ain't about cake, get out of my face Im after that paper, get out of my way Now you niggas know what I'm about What's score now, I been done lost count And you cant even lie my shit got that bounce When I get low I roll a whole ounce Spark one up and send it around When I show up, you know it goes down The only time I descend from the clouds Is to drop something G as f*ck then Im out Nigga
Written by: Tondrae Wilkins
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