Mm, mm, mm
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[WC]
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Aw Yeah
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I'm wit this
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It's me, the shadiest one
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(Dub, callin' all dubs)
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[Ice Cube]
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Hot licks, hot licks
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Comin' wit them hot licks, hot licks
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Hit 'em wit them hot licks, hot licks
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Rollin' with them hot licks
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Hot licks
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[WC]
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Haters steppin to me, they wanna get some
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But I'ma dub, yo, yo, you know the outcome
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Another victory, they can't get wit' me
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Smoke from the left so coupe it's all they ever see
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I'm on the grind, I got's to get mine, loc
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I been puttin' it down since the days of low pro, so
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Why's everybody now hatin' on me? (why?)
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Could it be I'm runnin' wit the dub SCG
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Or is it that I'm countin my riches
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Getting' my fingernails cleaned
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And being braided by the finest bitches
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Whateva the case you need to back up off my Benz
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Keep my name out yo mouth and slow down like loose ends
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Cuz I wrote for gears, y'all
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Came to 'fore I served all y'all
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I deserve my R y'all
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Dub C, the new leader of the pack
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Wit' the brand new sack, and yo, I can't hold back
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Chorus: Ice Cube
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It ain't a problem that I can't fix,
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And I can do it wit' yo bitch
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So if you lookin' for trouble and you wanna feel muscle
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All up against yo brain
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It'll weigh those troubles down the drain
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I said I'll weigh those troubles down the drain
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(Bang, bang dub C!)
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[WC]
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Not just braggin', snippin', saggin'
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Bang when I talk make the whole world c-walk
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I wants a little, yeah nigga, no doubt
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I put myself in this game, and I'm the only one can take me out
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The 4 droppa wit the Jocelyn complexion
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Still love the women with tats and C-sections
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Protection, got my own bodyguard nigga
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Fuck security, sleep wit my finga on the trigga
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A street scholar, born into nada go riff-rockin' prada
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To rockin' shows in the Dama Fleet collar (hoo hooooo!)
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Never thought a rapper can be livin' like this
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All I wanted was for real loc's to feel my shit
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Paid dues, curb served, for what, connected?
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Sometimes feared but I'm never disrespected
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Get the cash and mash, drivin' for the meal ticket
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Stretch and takin' work, we gon get it, I can't hold back
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Chorus
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Get up, get up, get up, now throw your hood in the air
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Let me know you out there
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Eastside, Westside, South and up North
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If y'all respect mines then I will respect yours
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From the crips to bloods to latinos
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I'm down with any nigga that's down for makin' c-notes
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Illegal, a dozen egos can't lie
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I'm addicted to twistin fools for them birds that don't fly
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cause real G's chase cheese and shake busters
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Cut for one another motherfuckin' color
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We quick to bring it, but ain't got time for the drama
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I'm all about stackin' dollaz and swangin' Impalas
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I got my money to make, niggaz a gank, yea to chase
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Keys a takin', bottles of paint, pounds of flip, a bottle of steak
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Nigga to drink, pepper the bank, hose the brake, goes the weight
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Foez the cane, but it's over, finish this game, what's my name?
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(scratching)
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I'm, I'm, I'm a dub to the C
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I'ma dub to the C
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I'ma dub to the C
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I'ma dub to the C
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Chorus
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Bang bang
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Hoo Hoooo!
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Can't Hold Back (featuring Ice Cube)
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W.C. |