Up On Things

Uh.. Yeah.. Walk with me west coast Yeah.. Uh.. It's the coast to coast“G”on the check in Yeah.. Uh.. Ride.. Ride.. Ride.. Uh.. If you ain't up on things Fabulous in the name, street fame is the game Screamin' 718 while them hammers bang Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca Kick game like I know a little bit of soccer Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockers Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka Then I'm game change.. (A very freaky girl) You know who got the gold like the kid from“The Last Dragon” You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin' You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin' You know who got the boat that'll have the tast naggin' But I fuck bithces, and get money My truck switches like.. errrrr You got to duck bitches when you get twenties And plug switches that make you sit funny I'm a rider.. If you ain't up on things Don't come close to me Unless you ride like you supposed to be If you ain't up on things Don't come close to me Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be If you ain't up on things Don't come close to me Unless you banging like you supposed to be If you ain't up on things Don't come close to me Unless you gangster like you supposed to be C'mon.. you know its G's up C.O. 's down If I freeze up its kilos now Pick trees up its 3-4 pounds Fill the bees up 'til these bro's drown I snatch a few G's up and flea those towns Busta's freeze up when my“v”slow down I ease up with these 4 pounds Squeeze up to 3-4 rounds I pick these up its G code now Ya'll better call the D's up before I reload now I'm“The Boss”something like Springsteen I got something that bring green That look something like string beans I make sure the hustlers keep something to sling the fiends White, yellow, and a little something that bling green We going to blast if we going I been doing this since Jabbar was hooking off the glass in the forum (ghetto) Your grandparents has to assume cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem (oh boy) If you ain't up on things Don't come close to me Unless you ride like you supposed to be If you ain't up on things Don't come close to me Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be So my niggas (niggas) They get money (money) Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air) And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah(oh yeah) And all my bitches (bitches) They get money (money) Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air) And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck Let me hear y'all bitches scream oh yeah (oh yeah) It's the kid with the D.O. double G. After blowing 3-4 dubs of trees My eyes are below double G's After sipping pin-o bubbly skee-o rubbing me We'll probably go below publically I'm a coast to coast G I keep the toast to mostly For those who pose to closely (backup) Keep a piece in the vest that's how we ride From the north to the south to the east to the west So my niggas (niggas) They get money (money) Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air) And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah (oh yeah) And all my bitches (bitches) They get money (money) Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air) And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck Let me hear y'all bitches scream oh yeah (oh yeah)