the Don Mega I'm supreme hustling Dub-cee, give a fuck if these bitches don't love me I wanna bang, I wanna ride I wanna slang, from the side, do it
-huh) Rock tons of gold, nuff money I fold Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the toe Chorus w/ slight modifications line 1, Puff: C'mon
thing The only thing you niggas pullin' is a hamstring Roll the dice, man, we kill time gambling W-wintertime, top down, nigga real arrogant Big Money, so we blowin' it apparently C
got the mob with me plus a full tank of gas [Verse 4: Redman] Yo, yo With me and meth swarm you need a net to cover you Turn a rap game into W C W
don't you slam that do' DUST YOUR SHOES OFF - befo' you touch that flo' Cause you wanna put your feet on my rug, don'tcha? You really wanna put your feet
on the gas, step on the brake Step on the gas, step on the brake Show 'em how we ride Town n*** gon' side Go, put the pedal to the metal, go Let's ride
t settle for less Sheeit, I must be blessed, now check it out [W.C. and Coolio] Get on up on that funk And maybe you'll feel better (repeat 2X) [W.C.]
Boy, Lench Mob is on point I got to warn ya, this is California Home grown, get ya dome blown, blow it back South Central couldn't hold his potential Monumental, hood credentials W
Lock me up, lock me up Time again you wanna lock me up A nigga like me, you wanna lock me up [ VERSE 2: W.C. ] So now I'm in the jailhouse gettin all
jeans and penny loafers But highly recommended for nigaas sporting Khakis, house shoes and locs Oh my God it can save us all Yeah we back motherfucker W.C
[W.C.] Uh, dat's riir, niir! Back once again, it's Dub C: the shadiest Introducing ya'll to the newest members of my clique: Young Shane, wit Young Hogs
tryna dig cause some shit wan indict me I sold hella keys made hella cheese and all my niggas what convicted felonies cuz a [chorus x2] you wanna beef with c
She got close, threw me the signal like a third base coach [S] Yo Whateva what's the deal? [W] Yo ain't no time to speak [S] Where you at? [W] What
sinner than you It's chapter this, verse that, pass the plate, pay your tithes Puttin rings on your fingers (fingers) and rims on your ride You don't
-huh) Rock tons of gold, nuff money I fold Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred out the toll Chorus w/ slight modifications line 1, Puff: C
me I ran trains for Nino, even my old C.O. I even ran trains with my A&R Gino Sometimes, I drink Smirnoff without no juice And I'ma ride for my niggaz
Rob Representin where I'm from homes San Diego, C.A. That's right... c'mon [Lil Rob] I'm representin where I'm from San Diego, C.A. With my nine treys
