, then bailin' Me kickin' up dust, I'm trailin', feelin' one-eight-seven That's how it is and I gotsta have it in the nine-quat Mission, to check a mill
fuckin' bullet nigga Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
was a child So you talkin' that baby talk like, who's talkin' now? Verbally I crush, brains erupt Blow your focus, like you sniffin' angel dust Run of the mill
) I can pin a marajuana nigga, love it like my mama nigga, an if yo sacks ain't actin up, back it up, ain't no dub's like the ones I got, an I'
, fuck hoes, cut low-lows Blow dope dough, and nigga fuck mo' hoes Hey what can I say, it's the american way I'm jacking for mill-i-ons, I'm loved from
this fool up on 75th who had a safe and a whole lot of yea Two six-fours and a ragtop sittin on them thangs He said this motherfucker was worth ten mill
the West Coast I'm the big Chief-a Grim reaper, maybe that bring me that, yellow lack still a logo in the back we banging out, that taylor gang dub to
I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop It's the mister fo fifth told 'em cookin' coke with baking soda Dub roller, pro smoker, wood
think yeah, I did my fuckin' prison thing Came out still on point, like the RZA rings I'm from Compton but my inkpen live in Queens Rep the dub like Wu
. boy, fuckin' three hoes, Dime, Dime, Dime, Haters back up, Hoes gon' get smacked up, Holla at the club when I get that love, Hit it from the back while I smoke a fat dub
golf balls you can have pebbles Ya know? Just have your game on [(Chorus) Lac + Mannie Fresh] Lac: If your riding on 16's than put that bitch up Mannie: Oh 20 dub
an improperly stored gun the adult owner is criminally liable (Killa) The restrictions are endless [Verse 2] Yo, sell you crack for a dub (Dub), it'
3 mill' off top You got your deal off your man I got my deal off props But you don't hear me I'm connected like dub and Mach-10 With ice cubes in my
m sowin' nickel bags from out there, right by the black gate, And it's the fire provider til' I get back to mac, Dub sack after the dub sack, my lungs
a jingle And you ain't wrote shit, got it from my people Your whole ego, is evil, negro, fo'rizzo, we go Get the Desert Eagle, blast on your Regal Your dub
bread I been dedicatin' ever since I turned head Got the type of style quickly gonna turn heads I been workin', part time hustla Hit you wit a dub feedin
We have e'rething pon cock Can't chant to we We start dance from 19-o-long Pick a only firefighter a we collect A dub plate we have Anytime we drop Kardinal
I'ma have to kill, when I come down, I'm comin' blazin' wood wheel Pop another pill, careful, better chill Southside Houston Texas won't you tell me how you feel Make another mill
