[W.C.]
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Uh, dat's riir, niir!
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Back once again, it's Dub C: the shadiest
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Introducing ya'll to the newest members of my clique:
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Young Shane, wit Young Hogs, Dre'sta the Gangsta
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and we are: Bandana Swangin' Productions (Yo, Toones!)
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Can you feel this realness? Nothin' can save ya
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From the school full of big tails, Dickies and Ben Davis
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The one and only witta chrome pistole
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For those who don't know me: Bandana Swangin' Parole
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Dub witta capital 3rd letter
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Down for whatever, whenever takin' the berettas to bangin' for cheddar
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Forever bailin' in my overalls and work- (?)
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Breakin' jaws
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Dre'sta the Gangsta, Dub C and the Young Hogs
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[Young Shane]
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It's the young Desperado! My model is to bang foe the hood,
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bring the pain foe the hood, cuz it's all tooted good
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On the reala, a young killa, a young thrilla, mashin'
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the enemy goes down for (?) scrilla
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To whom it may concern: fool, I need a "Burn" like Militia
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All ridas creepin' about to getcha
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It's the same, loc, don't get it twisted when I bail through
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One Bandana Swangin' wit bottles on both sides
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Chorus:
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Survival of the fittest and we wit this
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Who wanna witness? All my rides wit hustle handle their business (?)
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Survival of the fittest and we wit this
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Who wanna witness? All my ladies wit hustle handle their business (?)
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Survival of the fittest and we wit this
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Who wanna witness? Real rides, be wise and handle your business
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Survival of the fittest and we wit this
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Who wanna witness? Bandana Swangin' [be bangin' and bringin' their business]
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[Dre'sta]
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Mic check, 1, 2, what you bustas wan' do or gon' do?
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Now that real rides are upon you. I warned you and alarmed you!
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The bandanas will be swangin' when we swarm through, was born to!
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[Cap to make the minds of all remainin' (?)]
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Make these girls and the thugs in the club dance.
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Dre'sta the Gangsta makin' you bang your head and bounce
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Shout from the West to East, Midwest and Dirty South!
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Dub C, my niir, yeah
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Young Hogs born to thug wit me and Muggs
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and Green Bug California Love, homie (?) chases only,
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women upon me, never phony, get it lonely, you can ride upon me
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Lyrically fictive (?) be the loc'est
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whack rappers claiming' dat they're the dopest
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When hopeless brothers be the brokest
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Saddest song dat you ever heard
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Shinin some light on all you bustas like the Ghetto bird!
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And that's (?)
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Chorus:
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[W.C.]
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Ugh! Ah, Good Evening! Do not attempt to adjust your radio!
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Ain't nuttin' wrong, we have taken control to bring you the special show:
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Bandana Swangin'! Who me? Huh, I'm known as Dub C alias the shadiest one.
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Ey, Dre'sta, what you got?
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[Dre'sta]
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I got a slug foe every mug dat wanna look at me evil
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And got a clutch foe all fake thugs and scandalous people.
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If you test Dre it's suicide. Lyrical drive by
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Makin' sure you suckas die. Only ya bye-bye (?)
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And the moves (?) of the 5-0 got rappers study
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And us gangstas like revival since my arrival.
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And roll wit hogs dat get it's on, raw and ball till we fall
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And revolve all broads to (??)
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[W.C.]
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From the land of the scandalous, sho dogs and locs
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I represent the chronic (?) and smashes of gun smoke.
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For this box Regal to Martinis (?) sippers on a do low
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3 time felons, double eye for [strinkin' pulo (?)], you know
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The shadiest, shadiest wanted ¡®em all but call
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Dub C the Ghetto manifesto, still standin' tall
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Bandana Swangin' till the wheels fall off
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And all my momma bear the realest niirs to ever lay ya'll
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Chorus: [2x]
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Survival Of The Fittest (featuring Dre'sta & Young Shane)
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