Nigga that *** coming together
Like sweaty ass cheeks, nigga Keep it gangsta y'all
Keep it gangsta y'all My niggaz thug out, you getting drugged out
These bitches getting loc'ed out
When we smoke out, 'cause we chromed out
About to bomb out Here ye, here ye, calling all the hawgs
Fresh outta the whole tank, bouncin' up the walls
Dub-cee, the bandanna president, with the gauge on the ghetto
Rollin' through y'all residents Runnin' the scene this is the king of the cars
Thugged out baby in my new busta's
Gangstas, all of them gangstas, none of them let me see up
Ridaz throw ya heaterz up Ladies, OG'z, sorry that I've been gone
But now I'm back to get my walk on
Swang with the game as I reach out and touch ya
Turn the cup up and get ignorant on this mother***er Mayday, mayday, back in charge
Calling out cars, calling out cars
Dip, skip through the lane with the bang, bang, bang, jangle
Hoppin' out the SS workin' all them angles
Dub-shiest deep the scrilla, and I've got my homeboy Hell yeah, the mother***ing villain
1 to the 2 to the 3 to the, hello
Look at these g'z working these fake ass sopranos
Here come the Villain with another heater
With mother***ing Dub nigga in the two-seater On my nuts while I west west y'all
*** that microphone and I test test y'all
Villian baritone be like all over y'all Who wanna ball with that Black nigga Ren?
Like the Don Mega I'm supreme hustling
Dub-cee, give a *** if these bitches don't love me I wanna bang, I wanna ride
I wanna slang, from the side, do it now
It's do or die, we can ball till the wheels fall off
And let these mother***ers know they gotta peel us off I wanna bang, I wanna ride
I wanna slang, from the side, do it now
It's do or die, we can ball till the wheels fall off
And let these mother***ers know they gotta peel us off
Gangsta Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Upon 'em again and I'm er running 'em again, look at it
With da-da-day, with da-da-day
Dub rock it, let your flag hang from your back pocket Draw on 'em, on 'em, on 'em can't none of 'em
Eat with me, eat my style but y'all can't get rid of me
I heard y'all C-Walking now, yeah who taught you?
What you could say who? Nigga why I oughta smack all the spit out of you
Beat the *** out of you, get at 'em dumping, stomping
Dippin' in the 600, saggin' in my overalls blunted
Finger and thumb it, quick run
This gangsta *** Dub-Cee runnin' Here son, steady pumping I come through punking
Y'all think y'all rollies, shooting them high styles like Kobe
So shut up and kneel to these West side parolees
And pass the blunt, 'cause none of y'all can hold it We got the niggaz
(We got the bitches)
We got the killaz
(We got the riches) We got the dealers
(We hit the switches)
We got every ***ing thing you want
And we can get it punk ass nigga, if we don't We got the niggaz
(We got the bitches)
We got the killaz
(We got the riches) We got the dealers
(We hit the switches)
We got every ***ing thing you want
And we can get it punk ass nigga, if we don't Who that nigga that you ***ing with?
When you want to hear some mother***ing *** ***
Call the villain and I'll bring hot lyric
Waltonville to hit your bitch nigga ren with it
Y'all need to quit it This *** legendary, *** around
With it and yo mama get buried
Your first born and that bitch you just married
Who give a *** pop that baby, she just carried Hubbin' all black like my ***ing skin tone
How the *** you gon' talk about the villain, you a clone
Bitin' every time you bust, who gave all y'all balls to cuss?
Weak mother***ers better say us So if it ain't Ruff, it ain't my ***
Might a bit mad at the bitch that ate my dick
Hate my clique, bitch-man 'cause I won't hit
A nigga that I ain't ***ing wit' I wanna bang, I wanna ride
I wanna slang, from the side, do it now
It's do or die, we can ball till the wheels fall off
And let these mother***ers know they gotta peel us off
Gangsta Please believe it, please believe it
Please believe it, please believe it
Please believe it, please believe it
Please believe it, please believe it
Please believe it, please believe it