Ni**a that sh*t coming together
Like sweaty a** cheeks, ni**a
Keep it gangsta y'all
Keep it gangsta y'all
My niggaz thug out, you getting drugged out
These b**ches 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 motherf**ker
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 motherf**king villain
1 to the 2 to the 3 to the, hello
Look at these g'z working these fake a** sopranos
Here come the Villain with another heater
With motherf**king Dub ni**a in the two-seater
On my nuts while I west west y'all
Grab that microphone and I test test y'all
Villian baritone be like all over y'all
Who wanna ball with that Black ni**a Ren?
Like the Don Mega I'm supreme hustling
Dub-cee, give a f**k if these b**ches 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 motherf**kers 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 motherf**kers 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?
Ni**a why I oughta smack all the spit out of you
Beat the sh*t 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 sh*t 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 b**ches)
We got the killaz
(We got the riches)
We got the dealers
(We hit the switches)
We got every f**king thing you want
And we can get it punk a** ni**a, if we don't
We got the niggaz
(We got the b**ches)
We got the killaz
(We got the riches)
We got the dealers
(We hit the switches)
We got every f**king thing you want
And we can get it punk a** ni**a, if we don't
Who that ni**a that you f**king with?
When you want to hear some motherf**king n****r sh*t
Call the villain and I'll bring hot lyric
Waltonville to hit your b**ch ni**a ren with it
Y'all need to quit it
This sh*t legendary, f**k around
With it and yo mama get buried
Your first born and that b**ch you just married
Who give a f**k pop that baby, she just carried
Hubbin' all black like my f**king skin tone
How the f**k you gon' talk about the villain, you a clone
Bitin' every time you bust, who gave all y'all balls to cuss?
Weak motherf**kers better say us
So if it ain't Ruff, it ain't my sh*t
Might a bit mad at the b**ch that ate my dick
Hate my clique, b**ch-man 'cause I won't hit
A ni**a that I ain't f**king 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 motherf**kers 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
