lirik lagu wc - that's what i'm talking about
they call me dubcuda was the last name
money in my lap doin a buck in the fast lane
the p-ssion of a husler i got it
and if it aint about money i don’t wanna talk about it
the p-ssion of a husler i got it
and if it aint about money i don’t wanna talk about it
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now lemme see your fingers in the sky
and if you like money keep em up high
stand up put your hands up
show me what you all about
real sh-t n-gg-
yeah that’s what i’m talkin’ bout
getting’ it in out of the concrete boots
in a coupe a hundred ten
blowin like a flute
fresh off of lockdown
straight out the chute
n-gg- down for whatever
still all about the loot
the property of poverty
the looters of youth
now it’s denim on the leather
while removing the roof
the hog on the hog
with the “d’s” on the deuce
and you can blame it on the alcohol
the weed and the juice look.
load up my weaponry
starter cap to the left of me
you know when i rep a “c”
dub s to the death of me
motherf-ckers wasn’t respectin’ me
but im all up in your chest with heat
givin you sideline bitter n-gg-s vasectomies
till i rest in peace
hustle the recipe
your n-gg-s a b-tch baby
you need to sit next to me
dub cuda the bandana dangler
o t countin dirty money with the hanky up
chorus
(?) you
shake the (?) off you
comin again please
gimme something to walk too
i can’t leave see
for all of my n-gg-s
who don’t wear tight jeans
up they -ss needs me
went independent last cd
still sold a sh-tload of records
no radio or tv
and im stickin to the program
chucks on the concrete
while the cadillac door slams
the “w” was my star symbol
my jams make n-gg-s get down
like barrels out of car windows
im a nut for cheese and chuck t’s
addicted to big b-tt cheeks an weaves
not a pop artist
but i’ll pop they heezee
a branch of the same tree as
pac & eazy
b-mpin jam master jay & biggie
iron on the stove
shakin up the starch can
sprayin my d-ckies
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now who that n-gg- quick to shoot it
cap at the truest
the closest to the streets to do it
me
the d fisher in this rap sh-t im a vet
in a blue pro (?) tied around the neezeck
your future baby daddy i might be
you aint never been with a n-gg- like me
baby slide me you number
ill call you later this weekend
i can’t talk now
i’m on my way to rob the weed man
love by a few hated by majurity
im the reason these rappers keep security
i go hard kick gears and jump cars
chuckin up the hood
three wheelin in your front yard
you n-gg-s is temporary
facebook gangstas
i put faces on obituaries n-gg-
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