Up On Things
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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)
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