| WC:
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| Aw Yeah
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| I’m wit this
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| It’s me, the shadiest one
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| (Dub, callin’all dubs)
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| Ice Cube:
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| Hot licks, hot licks
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| Comin’wit them hot licks, hot licks
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| Hit 'em wit them hot licks, hot licks
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| Rollin’with them hot licks
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| Hot licks
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| WC:
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| Hatas steppin’to me, they wanna get some
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| But I’ma dub, yo, yo, you know the outcome
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| Another victory, they can’t get wit’me
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| Smoke from the left so coupe it’s all they ever see
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| I’m on the grind, I got’s to get mine, loc
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| I been puttin’it down since the days of low pro, so Why’s everybody now hatin’on me? |
| (why?)
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| Could it be I’m runnin’wit the dub SCG
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| Or is it that I’m countin my riches
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| Getting’my fingernails cleaned
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| And being braided by the finest bitches
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| Whateva the case you need to back up off my Benz
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| Keep my name out yo mouth and slow down like Lou Sends
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| Cuz I wrote for gears, y’all
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| Came to 'fore I served all y’all
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| I deserve my R y’all
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| Dub C, the new leader of the pack
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| Wit’the brand new sack, and yo, I can’t hold back
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| Ice Cube (Chorus):
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| It ain’t a problem that I can’t fix,
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| And I can do it wit’yo bitch
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| So If you lookin’for trouble and you wanna feel muscle
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| All up against yo brain
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| It’ll weigh those troubles down the drain
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| I said I’ll weigh those troubles down the drain
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| (Bang, bang dub C!)
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| WC:
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| Not just braggin', snippin', saggin'
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| Bang when I talk make the whole world sleepwalk
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| I wants a little, yeah nigga, no doubt
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| I put myself in this game, and I’m the only one can take me out
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| The 4 droppa wit the Jocelyn complexion
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| Still love the women with chests and C-sections
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| Protection, got my own bodyguard nigga
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| Fuck security, sleep wit my finga on the trigga
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| A street scholar, born into nada go riff-rockin'prada
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| To rockin’shows in the Dama Fleet collar (hoo hooooo!)
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| Never thought a rapper can be livin’like this
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| All I wanted was a rolex to fill my shit
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| Paid dues, curb served, for what, connected?
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| Sometimes feared but I’m never disrespected
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| Get the cash and mash, drivin’for the meal ticket
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| Stretch and takin’work, we gon get it, I can’t hold back
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| Get up, get up, get up, now throw your hood in the air
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| Let me know you out there
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| Eastside, Westside, South and up North
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| If y’all respect mines then I will respect yours
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| From the crypts to blunts to latinos
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| I’m down with any nigga that’s down for makin’sceno’s
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| Illegal, a dozen egos can’t lie
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| I’m addicted to totin’fiends for them birds that don’t fly
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| 'Cuz real g’s chase g’s and shake busts
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| Look out for one another motherfuckin’color
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| We quick to bring it, but ain’t got time for the drama
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| I’m all about stackin’dollaz and swangin’Impalas
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| I got my money to make, niggaz a gank, gay to chase
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| Keys a takin', bottles of paint, pounds of flip, a bottle of steak
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| Nigga to drink, pepper the bank, hose the brake, goes the weight
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| Foez the cane, but it’s over, finish this game, what’s my name?
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| (scratching)
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| I’m, I’m, I’m a dub to the C
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| I’ma dub to the C
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| I’ma dub to the C
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| I’ma dub to the C Bang bang
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| Hoo Hoooo! |