Lyrics:
think he's slick
Hub in the dub, nigga, don't even trip
I get you chased by the grapes, nigga 300 Crips
My nigga Magic from Avalon, Draws from
cali so we put 'em up on the spot
Servin dub sacks and flippers, fifty shots and quarter bags
Raisin riches no matter week, servin keys out paper bags
Yeah, once again the undefeated Dub S see G
Squeak are you, Binky Mack, huh, AllFrumThaI
Worldwide, baby
(Verse 1 -Squeak Ru)
In Southern
know we recycle the contact
I the dogg bitch I'm a smokin' major
Need a fast sack better hit me on my pager
Dub all's and ten sacks
Louie hold
be composing that fly shit
And you notifying Alkaholiks daily
So punk mufucker you better dub bitch
What do you need boy, rap and some my boys are
(uh-huh, uh)
Don't be scared now niggaz
(Round here, round here)
We know you scared now
Marcy House (let's go, Just Blaze)
[Verse 1 - Memphis Bleek]
on that wicked shit, hit you quick
Hide your bitch you don't wanna fuck with
This, it's suicide, slit your wrists
Down with ICP, Blaze, Lotus and Twiztid
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
Daz we about to fry niggas like fries
And separate them by five's and light up the skies
Crip that D P, Kurupt
Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in
of fiends and hypes
Checking cream off ecstasy to the green and white
Dub sacks, the drugs packed up in kilo bricks
Getcha slang on, bang on, and keep yo
Produced by Scott Storch
The effort I'm gone put forth
I'm ma blaze a track like a human torch
H-Town's my stomping ground
A legend from the underground
You
or when we smoke dope
We drop that shit for you kin folk
And poor folks no joke, loc loc
Blaze a sack loc, bust a back stroke
And pop ya motherfuckin'
a bit
All the bitches starin' like he must lost his shit
But uh, I'm always doin' what I have to
Stackin' paper by any means, fuck around then I blast ya
the pussy 'til you find out where the love at (love)
He got ten, I got ten, this a dub sack
Ayy Wiz, let's get's some more, fool
How she know what to do
Super Dave on the track, yeah, yeah
Legendary
(Gangsta Grillz)
Niggas so impressed by other niggas raps
But the thing you know best is "Bought
blaze this herbal essence
A man was still a child and I have so many questions
Struggled all my life 'til we evade the misconceptions
To find a place
and Baby S got it macked to the tee
Just ride with me
Battlecat in the back with a sack on D's (on D's)
Ridin' with the young OG's (OG's)
Dippin'
run at you
Yeah
All I wanna do is
Sit back, smoke sacks, bump my new shit
Ahhhh
All I wanna do is
Sit back, smoke sacks, bump my new shit
Uh
Black and White is always on a nigga's trail.
But I?m hypo, nitro, keep the Chevy Vogue'n , floatin,
From sack to oakland and the sack you smokin
Nobody
the coochie like a dime sack, ain't those Gucci, didn't I buy that?
Close your eyes, go and try that
You only live once and I know I got you soaking wet
Is
nothing left under my chest
The streets empty 'round 5 o'clock
Driving by the cops
Low key microscopic 'till the eyes that watch
Everything a hustle when
with the twins merciless thugs, bustin' off slugs
So your family didn't know where you was
Breakin' the motherfuckers off for the set dub 2000
It
get rep to it
You get by on record but you wack on stage
So I'm blowing you up throwing hand grenades
[Parrish Smith]
That's why we roll
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