| Dubsack, I got your back!
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| Hand you that for the Andy Jack.
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| Parked on mac in a purple lac, trying to fatten up my stacks.
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| Lookin for the twin twin twin
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| Check the purple mac with the switches hand damn,
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| From the back ben quarters B ten
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| Auto mac cause I got a couple twelves to trade it for a sack.
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| I got big way, and cut it straight up on,
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| 48 sacks and they all fat dubs,
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| do the math cause making hand over fist paying six for a pound of that bubba
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| kush shit,
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| made them other hoes quit when I sealed up the block
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| 6 shotgun shells and only 2 shots,
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| now it’s my spot, my place to shine,
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| my street, my curb make money on a dime
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| Sup, you need a dime and I’m right on top,
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| got me some nickelbacks for the bitches at the stop sign,
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| just a little sample, only for the ample women,
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| got a jackson and a dubsack you gettin'!
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| I take coin star notes to bottle return slips,
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| phone cards, 360 points, I’m even with.
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| I once took a headshot from this rap bitch,
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| and the drought is raining over here, I got your fix.
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| Paint your ass what it is it’s the newest in the biz,
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| By now they know mosquito I ain’t fucking with no meds
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| Only fuck with whole grain at the heaviest of strain.
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| A dubsack a day, it’ll take away your pain, take the pressure off your brain,
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| take the worry out your mind,
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| load a dubsack in a blunt, and get high in hell,
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| to smoke, choke, you feelin' good right?
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| Everything’s a party when the dub’s inside
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| 1 for the nickel,
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| 2 for the dime,
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| 20 for the dub of that bubba kind,
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| 1.50 for the quarter, 3 for the half,
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| 6 for the O with the pink giraffe
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| YO!
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| All my lettes' and los' everybody knows
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| that I’m out selling dubsacks after the shows.
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| In the purple caddy out the back window
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| 15 for my fam, 20 for you other hoes.
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| You know this shit is actual
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| when a half on a digiscale
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| 2 grams of bud and a half of gram of baggies sale
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| No stems or seeds, that shit has been gone.
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| only keep the high gray, so you can get your smoke on,
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| your homies get their coke on, rips from the glass,
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| where burn the whole shack puts the smoke in the air,
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| dubsacks I got em, best trees I got em,
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| once you got a dub you can never live without em!
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| 15 for the juggalos,
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| 15 for the juggalos,
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| 15 for the juggalos,
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| and 20 for you other hoes. |