Blow Me A Dub (Remix)
(专辑: Domain Diego - 2008)
I
got a
50 of some piffy and the
sour linger in my soul (Sour linger in my clothes) I
was riding in the
bucket and was riding in the
droptop Rove I'm still up to whipping now and then We got the
power, Sylar popping on the
stove (It's popping on the
stove) And I'm blowing a
dub, duu-uub, dub Contemplating 'bout my trip to the
Bahamas As I
spin through my condo in my Calvin Klein pajamas Like, I
peep the
spliff, but if baby-moms Blowing on some shit probably bigger than my baby arm Pissed the
lady off so she comes to me for comfort Picture baby-moms, now she comes to me for cum squirts Gun work, got it if the
nigga buzzed, pop it at a
nigga mug Watch the
Bigga ride, I'm tryna see this nigga die, right I
ain't giving no mercy Baby need shoes and my niggaz is thirsty Ladies want a
nigga back in, fucking fat bitch I
keep the
extra Mac 10 You can find me in the
trap, on the
AM Pump is in the
store right next to the
Jamaican I'm a
shake him, break him, take him to the
basket Ya momma picked the
suit while they lay you in ya casket Owww I
got a
50 of some piffy and the
sour linger in my soul (Sour linger in my clothes) I
was riding in the
bucket and was riding in the
droptop Rove I'm still up to whipping now and then We got the
power, Sylar popping on the
stove (It's popping on the
stove) And I'm blowing a
dub, duu-uub, dub Now just when you thought it might have seemed enough Momma in the
room screaming beat me up My brothers used to beat me up Meet me up top where they hella pop Nigga you climb, I'm a
meet you in my helicop' I
will never stop till the
day I
die Even then they'll praise me as the
great one They rate me at an even 10 Seen the
man in sutting real wavy in the
drive-thru You can hide nigga I'm a
find you, must I
remind you Don't a
nigga style come close to the
Wave Man Nigga I'm a
made-man, caveman Had to do my 8
in the
state pen That's an old chapter in my life like The
Great Danz Pacing back and forth thinking 'bout will he ever do the
time Can he go to jail, if he didn't will he do the
crime Poppa in the
staircase doing lines Got his energy all up, nigga we ball up Like that, Owww I
got a
50 of some piffy and the
sour linger in my soul (Sour linger in my clothes) I
was riding in the
bucket and was riding in the
droptop Rove I'm still up to whipping now and then We got the
power, Sylar popping on the
stove (It's popping on the
stove) And I'm blowing a
dub, duu-uub, dub They tryna push a
nigga outta the
way, hey They tryna black-ball a
nigga, tryna take a
nigga outta the
game, hey And since I
left, they ain't rapping the
same, hey Fuck around with' Biggavel you might not be rapping again, hey Baby, baby, baby I'll make my money, set my cake up Only got 23 days and then wake up Pull the.40 out and get to smearing ya make-up Tear ya face up, bullets shoot from the
waist up Fuck, killed my brother, he was 17 Put it in his head, the
voices, they will never leave He watching over, he be telling me "Max, take ya time, don't rush" if bitches hit me with the
pussy, I'm a
fuck it Owww I
got a
50 of some piffy and the
sour linger in my soul (Sour linger in my clothes) I
was riding in the
bucket and was riding in the
droptop Rove I'm still up to whipping now and then We got the
power, Sylar popping on the
stove (It's popping on the
stove) And I'm blowing a
dub, duu-uub, dub