[Hook x2]
Even though I feel like, I feel inside
This for my mo'fucking niggaz, and I hope that y'all hear me this time
Even though I feel like, I feel inside
This for my mo'fucking niggaz, I'ma love y'all till the day I die
[Dougie D]
Remember, when I let you out of I
And then I asked you kin folk, do you think I would hear you in your reply
Was some shit about, you don't know if I
But some shit like, you ain't show exactly what's on my mind
That was worst, then spitting in my face
You should of took a pistol and cocked it, and shot me in my fucking face
After all the years, that's what you would think
In front of the click and the family, my nigga that's what you would say
You fucker, you brought fucking tears to my fucking eyes
Although I thought to myself, never let a nigga make me cry
You was my nigga, for whom I would ride
You was my nigga for whom I would cock a pistol, and go pop a mind
I ain't gon lie, it fucked me up inside
For me to believe that you would believe, that I would give you just some time
And even if, we never speak again
I still love you mo'fucker, cause you was one of my closest friends
[Hook x2]
[Dougie D]
A lil' emotional right now, touching on the subject
Since everybody in crime, fuck it Dougie bust it
They wanna know the scoop and the issue, with Doug and Ro
Since that's his brother, why he ain't on none of his albums
Look bitch I got a 9 to 5, steady humping
While Ro be in the studio 24, pushing pumping
On top of that, Dougie got faces that I need to feed
So financial security, come from my J-O-B
Stop it please, you people are killing me
Ro you remember when you told me, you were proud of me
At the Scarface video shoot, what you gon do with this
That was one of the happiest days, I could ever see
Since you been on lock, it been fucking with me
Me and whodi ain't been in touch, so I can't get in for I need to see you
I don't know, if I should give him a call
Because the last time we spoke, he told me to leave him the fuck alone
[Hook x2]
[Dougie D]
We went from being skinny niggaz, grimey on the grind
To being thifty niggaz, with figgas still on our grind
And I can remember it vividly, like yesterday
Until I gotta spot the streets, the studio where I stayed
We was pumping the street, with the weed that we got from Dean
You were looking better, but still struggling for the cheese
And now it's 2000 and 4, and shit we all grown
Let's bite the bullshit in the asshole, and I love y'all
They say the people close to your heart, will go tear you part
I was built to last, so I can withstand the pain apart
I pray to God, that he help us to be better men
And whatever path that we take, he got us by his hand
We came a long damn way, and boy the ride was rough
Five years still pushing, keep the name up
And if I ever say it again, 'fore I'm in the ground
I love you niggaz, that's forever pimping hold it down
[Dougie D]
Who, look I like that there
Baby got booty like apple, make me bite that there
Drop it to the flo', pick it back up
Loving the way that you stroke, while them jeans is hugging your butt
Wiggle to the left, jiggle to the right
Give a nigga what he like, and no need to put up a fight
Now I'm bout ready, to wreck it
Thinking up in my mind, what it's gon take to get you naked
At about, five seconds
I whispered up in her ear, now she telling me she gon let me
Whatever, you would expected
Dougie D is a G, and she can't resist the temptation
She like it hard, yeah I got it
She like it rough yeah I got it, she like it long yeah I got it
Dougie touching the spot and
Leaving the cotton wet on her panties, right in the crotch and
[Hook x4]
Wiggle for me ma, jiggle for me ma
Give it to me ma, put it right there up in the middle mama
[Kendro]
Dro got a kinky girl, in the zone
Doug got plenty girls, on his bone
I run cool and gat, when they stuck on standing
I pinch broads all night, like Payton Manning
Some swig on the kid, now you feeling tipsy
Cut everything in sight, my mind is drifting
Still zoom past hoes, with a kinda fat wink
Don't blink or think twice, might hit your wife
Run circles around your ass, like you off in a phase
Like Dro you amazing, my mind on the payment
I keep the party, so crunk
You need to move around, cause I'm hitting the bunk, oops
[Hook x4]
[Dougie D]
Go on ahead girl, with your thong on
Go on touch the middle the flo', cause that's your song on
With a cup of Henny, position the bar
And you doing what you doing, girl you know you dead wrong
But please, don't let the feet stink
Cause if the feet stink, bitch I gotta beat feet
Wired, getting crunk in the club
Huffing and blowing fatties, in the back of the club
They ain't hear me what, they ain't feel me what
They ain't ready what, put it all in the middle she like it what
Dougie see you, getting crunk in the spot
I like it a lot, especially how you jiggle and pop
You look good, when you do that there
Ain't nobody here gon deny mama, true that there
If you looking for a trill type nigga, let me be him
Like the Bun from UGK done said it, baby let me see it
[Hook x4]
Who gon do it, the way I do
Who gon get this bitch hot as I do, and keep it live as I do
[Dougie D]
First of all, look I'm in mash mode
Motherfuckers wasn't even expecting, but here I go
You know me from the Maab, you know me from the S.L.A.B
Niggaz be wanting to see Dougie, show his raw naked ass
What about niggaz that's hating, I don't feel that there
What about niggaz that's pressing, I kill that there
I'm a certified G, like a freak on with one T.V
I keep a click of killas, that's stupid and all coo-coo
Like the way I keep it live, yeah we like that boy
Like the way I keep it on fire, yeah we like that boy
I'ma jump on the track, and ride it and keep wigging
Panties'll get wet, while pads'll get messy
Who gon do it like I do it, no other or nan nother
Dougie'll get this motherfucker hot, like summer
A Guerilla Maab nigga, I represent it forever
Until I retire my jersey, and touch another level
[Hook x4]
[Dougie D]
God damn it, I'm on fire
Just as soon as I commits to speaking, the shit burn down
I'm a lyrical mastermind, with my punch line rhyme
Make a motherfucker rewind, and play it one mo' time
I'm a street toner scholar, game I got a lot of
Flipping through the city, with my chicken on my wood divider
Trying to get me I think nada, this beam on top of my nine-a
Will go on top of your noggin, and knock everything up out of it
Whoo, when you boys gon learn
When you fuck around with the fire, your ass will get burned
I done paid my dues daddy, so you wait your turn
And my mind up on my money, I don't know bout yours
And I'm still riding, sliding cocked up
Don't give a motherfuck, squeeze a bitch up on her butt
Hollin' man hold up, getting full and fucked up
It's your nigga Dougie D, wrecking this bitch and getting bucked
[Hook x4]
[Trae]
Follow me inside the mind of a thugger, that's known to slug a
Never gon be nan nother, that's rougher coming out the gutter
I mean it and I tell you, I spit it like I'ma give it gangsta
For the digits these niggaz be weaker, than a fake ass wanksta
I'm a corner bender, on 20's with T.V.'s
And the bang be knocking off they fenders, pretenders can never enter
To kick it with Maab related Guerillas, so niggaz hate it
They know that they perpetrated, they life'll be confiscated
For fucking with a well known, with a weapon that's well shown
Conversating on cell phones, with work to get it gone
I'm just doublizing, with ways to shut 'em down
And since I shut 'em down, it's best they lay it down
[Cl'Che]
It ain't nan bitch, can do it like I did it
Ain't nan mo'fucker, could screw it like Screw did it
Or amateurs trying, to rhyme against professionals
That's not fair, so bitch I dare
You, to even think you could do what Cl' do
Originar S.L.A.B. rider, coming through
Cl'Che, Trae, Dougie D we love to do
When you hating on we do, and the do is in you
I got a rhyme or two, and it's just about you
Cause we dropping these albums, doing just what we do
And I ain't, never by myself
I got the whole damn Southside, riding on my belt
[Hook x2]
This what it is, this what it do
And if you fucking with a lil' pimping, lil' pimping you can get it too
I represent it, cause I'm out the Maab
24/7 on my job, hell yeah bitch I'm going hard
[Dougie D]
I don't need, no fucking introduction
This is the issue mo'fucker, niggaz been out here waiting for Dougie
Up on my pimping, bitch up on my grind
Up on my hustle pushing and pumping, and grinding to get aired down
If you don't like it, then bitch move around
Cause you a lil' pimping, you can get it if you try fucking with mine
Obstacles in my way, I knock 'em down
Cause this lil' light of mine, is burning too bright to let 'em stop my shine
Guerilla Maab, bitch I hold it down
Carry my own weight nigga, I'ma be a G until I die
Jump in the skillet, then bitch you will fry
Fucking with Dougie you will die, because it's Maab ties when we ride
This what it is mo'fucker, yeah that's what it does
I represent it like you bitches, once you heard me huh
And you ain't gotta like me, but bitch you gonna respect me
Now how you figure mo'fucker bitch, because I said it
[Hook x2]
[Dougie D]
Cut us some slack Dougie D, I ain't cutting 'em shit
Every last one of you bitch niggaz, all eat a dick
And I ain't fucking with you pussy, bubble gum ass niggaz
They bubble up and burstly depris, up on my sneakers
I'm a guerilla bitch, that be lurking the South-Dub
Afilliated with them gangstas, be these Crips and Bloods
Holla my niggaz, Snake and Spankey from that Rap-A-Lot
Pimping up in the club, and knocking pussy niggaz out
Yeah hoe, it's Dougie D I'm live and in the flesh
You breathing hard and swelling up, hoe get it off your chest
However you want it you get it, bitch that's what it do
Gripping a 45 or 22, up in my shoe
I'm every meaning of a G, look and I speak it live
And I ain't gon tell you no mo' times, keep my name out your mouth
I represent it mo'fucker, cause I'm out the Maab
Already told you niggaz and bitches, I'm going hard
[Hook x2]
[Tony Montana]
My moola my feddy, my scrilla my nigga my cash
My team my family, my niggaz that's down for the cash
My dream is accomplished, in millions and make it fast
Cause I'ma hit the block for a minute, and make it last
And make a stash, and that's when times get hard
I don't barred, I get the block and turn my soft to hard
My life's scarred but not destroyed, cause I was raised by many
Pimp playas and hustlers, niggaz that gave me plenty
Game that recognize game, when I'm handling the rock
Or handling the clout, as long as I'm handling the cot
And bleeding the spot, we hard hitters that don't stop
We just gon rock, until platinum plus we out
[Hook x2]
You really, don't wanna fuck with us
Nigga, we armed and we dangerous
You really, don't wanna fuck with us
Playing them games, will get you hoes fucked up
[Dougie D]
Knock knock on the motherfucking door, nigga who is it
It's Dougie, up in your motherfucking ear so bitch listen
Sick and tired of telling you bitches, quit playing them games
Me and my dog barking and grinding, and off of the chain
Feel froggy then jump, bitch if you want to
But this motherfucking slug in this gauge, is going through you
I ain't scared of you bitches, I told you hoes already
And I fuck with a click of guerillas, that's all ready
Ok any case, worst case come first
Your head start to get big, your head get burst
I'm a motherfucking G, and lil' bitch I'm about that
You don't wanna feel that 45, splitting your wig back
Don't do 'em like that, get this gat if you wanna
Come around these parts tripping, your people get disappointed
Feel sorry for your mother, now that the drama end
Bulls gon learn by fucking around, with these grown ass men
[Hook x2]
[Lil B]
You can't fuck with us, we do 'em doing dangerous
It's a must I bust, and leave haters in the dust
You can call a nigga danger, keeping one in the chamber
Busting at any nigga, running up I think a stranger
Me and my nigga Doug, we be ready for war
You know who we are, Slow Loud And Bangin' slug in your car
I'm sick and tired of playing games, with bitches and hoes
These niggaz and foes, time to start kicking in do's
You get your wig split quick, talking shit bout South Klique
Lil B still that nigga, you hoes can't fuck with
In the booth or in the streets, I'm bringing you heat
Like 4-4's and calicoes, you niggaz is weak, you can't fuck with us
[Lil Sha]
Trick ass buster, we ain't scrapping
That's like P.O.'s dealing with the dead, it ain't happening
I'm gon make you hoes, disappear this year
Soon as I pop the top, on this beer
Put the light to the sweet, cock back the heat
Make a nigga turn the other side, of his cheek
Talk is cheap, so niggaz gon give out a lot
I pull out the AK, and clear out the whole block
Niggaz running like Emmit Smith, Trae's glock the gift
Load it up so fast, and bust so swift
C-Walking, G talking with a extra clip
Let another motherfucker, be the next to trip bitch
[Hook x2]
[Mr. 3-2]
Ride dirty and packed, big heat
Square up with boys, and slap out niggaz teeth
Breaking up concrete, when I stomp down
Mr. 3-2, I'm the Boss of H-Town
Don't make me clown, and act a god damn fool
Letting niggaz have it, with the 4-5 tool
Baby I'm old school, I'll pop the trunk
Let niggaz have it, and kill me some punks
Just let somebody jump, or step out of line
I'ma click-clack cock it back, now you flat line
Smash and stomp down, with that boy Dougie D
Taking no shit, bitch it's S.U.C
[Hook x2]
[talking]
Hoe ass boy, I'll put you on your back pocket
Can't get up, bitch ass nigga
Know I'm tal'n bout, know I'm saying
Little fool little martian, I slap niggaz into another dimension
And it's for real, all the time live and direct
Fucking with a big nigga like me, heavyweighting
Smashing and stomping down, breaking up concrete
[Hook]
You can say, whatever it is you wanna say
I'ma keep this shit popping, for my change
I ain't never stopping, for nothing mayn
You can hate, I ain't never gonna go bend or break
Cause I got, money to make
I got, money to make
[Dougie D]
When I wake up in the morning, my mind is all on my money
I got attention deficiency, if it don't pertain to it
I'm a grown ass man, working my jelly for my bread
Pimping my hustles daily, just to keep my baby fed
It's a lot of niggaz talking, and people they underrate me
Only thing that I gotta say, is keep watching me baby
Niggaz knock try to scheme and plot, and take me off my note
Since I'm peeping what they doing to me, it's gonna be on
But the joke's on you, you ignorant damn fool
I'm a man of many hustles, just like that boy Charlie do
If the conversation bout money, then fuck it Dougie with it
Just as long as it don't the system, then rob it jack it steal it
I'm a hustler by nature, if I want it I grind and get it
Niggaz can't tell me shit, about this gangsta life I'm living
Cause it's mo' money money mo', money money mo'
That's the mentality that I got, when I walk out my do' and nigga
[Hook]
[Dougie D]
Now everyday I'm living, it's like an obstacle course
Mashing hard for my feddy, cause being broke ain't my choice
If it's money in the streets to get it, I'ma go and get it
All that bullshit you talking bitch, Dougie D ain't with it
Keep my feet, planted on the pavement
24/7 3-65, I'm getting hated
But nevertheless see bitch niggaz, ain't never gon fade me
I got too much hustle up in it, just to let em break me
And that's the way it is, and that's the way that it go
I gotta stay on top of my money, and that's all I know
If making my money is a crime, then fuck it come get me
We ain't even gotta go through the trials, just give me my sentence
Cause the only thing up on my mind, is the dolla dolla
Keep my money coming in in bundles, and then come the power
All that other bullshit, stress and fame I really don't need
Only thing I need to see, is my motherfucking green
[talking]
Boys got us fucked up out here mayn
It's your nigga Dougie D, representing for Texas
They out there thinking we country
Riding horses, and chewing tobacco
But they got us fucked up, you know I'm saying feel me
[Hook]
Bitch we real down here, bitch we trill down here
It ain't what you thought it was, bitch it go down round here
If you curious come and see, if you plex then you'll get heat
H-O-U-S-T-O-N Texas, look bitch it's where we be
[Dougie D]
First of all, I'ma put it down on the line like this
I'm a Texas boy bitch, a Guerilla Maab veteran
While y'all thinking that we country, y'all choking on bullshit
We them out-of-towners, that'll come through and snatch up your bitch
Riding chrome screens lit, I'm from Texas as she can tell
Everytime she hear I'm in town, she's sneaking to my Hotel
And now you mad at me, clutching your pistol and acting like you wanna bag a G
But bitch this 44 Magnum weary anthem, is tragedy
Thank you partna, your bed is two triggas you a rider
And I don't need no help from you pussies, cause I got em
It's Dougie D baby, I's a playa I suppose
That playas get chose, cutting corners on vogues
I do it like it go, rain hail sleet or snow
But Dougie ain't stopping for shit, I'm staying in mash mode
I'ma tell you one more time, and let me make myself clear
I'm a Texas boy bitch, and look we're real down here
[Hook x2]
[Dougie D]
Just when you thought it was over, Dougie come right back
I'ma show you how atrocious, them niggaz in Texas act
Ok you laughing and thinking we attacked her, but what was really happening
Your gal crossed them G's, they grabbing it so I gotta go and stab it
This the real deal just like the Hollyfiled, I eat panthers
You hoes in your grill, ain't got no time to play with you bitches
Cause I showcase skills, and we're real down here and we trill down here
Fuck around come down here the wrong way, get found dead round here
Oh yeah we rugged and dirty, everybody wanna be fucking around
With a G like me that's straight up murder, I'ma use the tech's
The gun inserted from the side of my hip, and my aim is perfect
Somebody better run, and go and tell these hoes
Bitch best respect my gangsta, it's the Dougie D straight from the Maab
Roll and unlock it, I'ma floss some gangsta shit and you can't stop it
Niggaz folding trying to copy, but they all embarrassed they sloppy
Somebody give me the rope, lasso these bitches round the neck
And then I'm gon drag these hoes, I'm a motherfucking G
That's repping for Texas, I done told u hoes
[Hook x2]
[Dougie D]
Houston Texas right here, Southside right here
We're them G's right here, bitch don't act like you ain't hear
We some motherfucking guerillas, you're curious come and see
If you plexing you get heat, leave you for dead in these streets
Bitch respect a nigga from Texas, get out the way move
You ain't heard of them niggaz from Texas, damn fools
Do what I want when I want, how I want to
It's the Dougie-Doug my Dizzle, my style is like oooh
I'm a Texas rider, 4's swanging glider
Candy dripping on the boulevard, leaning cocked up
Screens fall from the visor, and who the Coupe want a dropper
Blowing on some tumble weed, yippie-kayo-yes sir
Roll em in and roll em out, we the realest no doubt
Hating hoes, keep my motherfucking name up out your mouth
Bitch we trill so face the fact, this how these boys and girls act
In the Dirty Dirty Texas, Southside to be exact
[Hook x2]
It seems to be, a lot of talk about Dougie
You can take it or leave it, you can hate me or love me
Everybody got some'ing to say, and everybody's a critic
But the only thing that I know, is to get out and go get it yeah
[Dougie D]
Handle my sweet, and I breathe for the moment
Put my life up in perspective, then I think for the moment
I ain't never told nobody, that I was more then what I am
And I ain't never been with that capping, and bragging god damn
Do you understand that the life that I live, is the life that I lead
So I maneuver through the galaxy, smoking on weed
Moving at warp speed, and everybody's a critic
Nosy niggaz nosy bitches, with they nose all in my bidness
But I grind again, ain't stopping till I get me a million
If they kill me fuck it they kill me, if they feel me they feel me
Take it or leave it love it or shove it, bitch motherfuck it
All that booty chatter and bumping ain't effecting me nothing, I love it
[Hook x2]
[Dougie D]
The whole, wide world's in a frenzy
Everybody concerned, about the way that Dougie did it
Watching my moves watching my do's, thugs in my groove thangs that I do
Every location that I be at, they be casing that too
But I stick and I move so smooth, when I'm doing my do
Thug fizzle fa shizzle my nizzle, I grind on my groove
Got no time for these dudes, all I know is grind for my food
So I'm pushing pumping and mashing, paying my dues to get through
Dougie holding his ground on ten toes, yeah I'm holding it down
If I lose a foot in this game, fuck it I'm standing on fire
Have this fire that's fueling inside, just wanting me die
Niggaz try to water it out, but they get burned when they try but still
[Hook x2]
[Dougie D]
Seems like everyday that I'm living, I'm dealing with hoe ass niggaz
And bitches with malicious intentions, are trying to stick me
Ya need to put your trust in your woman, cause there ain't no more buddies
All of these bitches is phony, all of these niggaz funny
So I'ma send my hail mary's to heaven, full of grace
And stay up on top of my grind, and putting it in they face
Cause God got me, no weapon against me gonna stop me
Not even love, cause there is no more love for you liars
That go for niggaz and bitches, all together the same
I'm sick and tired of you fuckers, lighting up in my face
Batting me deeply, and trying to leave me out for the bleeding
But there ain't no bleeding the Dougie, I'm a different creature
[Hook x2]
[talking]
Yeah, it seems to be that you bitch ass niggaz
Got a whole lot to say about Dougie, know I'm saying
Smiling in my face, talking down behind my back
[Hook x2]
You hoes, still can not fade these G's
We be smoking and choking, and blowing on weed
Keeping my pistol cocked, when I ride in these streets
This nine with this beam, will put you bitches to sleep
[Dougie D]
You bitches, still ain't fucking around with the Dougie yeah
I keep it gangsta on my grind on my own, by myself
You pussy niggaz, is some bitches thinking I don't know
It's Dougie D I'm a guerilla hoe, and that's fa sho
I'm in the game, but ain't no games being played by me bitch
I GMS up on my hustle, hoe I'm getting rich
Grown man shit, bitch and you ain't fucking with it
Up on my pimping daddy, you niggaz'll never get it
I'm fucking with Mexican D, Grey D and that Bust Eye
Whenever I need me some weed, some lean-o when I ride
You motherfuckers got us wrong, bitch we Maab tied
My niggaz get shot and keep living, guerilla inside of em
Don't be mistaking and thinking, it's all fun and lies
I'm not in public, so I'm not a suspect when someone dies
You bitches can't fade me, I never will so bitch keep trying
You fucking with a heathen, and that's on my blood line
[Hook x2]
[Dougie D]
Yeah I told you bitches, bout this nine and this beam
Yeah I told you hoes, about fucking round with a G
I'm from the gutter, but the bayou where you will get found
With one hollow point in your head, and your dick and your mouth
It's Dougie D, and yeah you bitches gon respect it pimping
I'm from the streets, so bitch I'm gon have the streets repping with me
And don't be tripping, trying to act just like your gangstas thoed
I'll have you pussy niggaz, beheaded and discomposed
I told you motherfuckers what it is, I came it to wreck it
Fucking with me, I'll have you updating your dental records
Look I ain't trying to fuck with you boys, I'm a grown man
My 45 sit by my nuts, my 9's in my hand
Puffing on Bob Marley, waiting for y'all to act retarded
I put a bullet in your head, your bitch and your partnas
And I ain't gon tell you niggaz and bitches, no fucking mo'
That you will never ever, never ever fade me hoe
[Hook x2]
[Dougie D]
What's happening daddy, the Dougie D gon get it cracking
I'm acting badly with this red beam, on this pad is flashing
You niggaz is stankers, all be some bitch and scared to blaze
But you be talking all that shit to bitches, like you prayed
But you ain't know them bitches you capping to, is my hoes
I'll have 'em fuck you drug you, and whack you and take your do'
Cause look I'm gangsta bout my issue, bitch I'm organized
I told you fuckers, everything I do Maab tied
Look I got boppers posted up, with tackles stand with chopper
I got Columbians that tear the game, with game's impostles
And you don't wanna see the heathens, creep up out the slums
Up on that neek and nary, all the kinds of fucking drugs
You writing letters talking down, on Dougie from Dominguez
I guess you mad, because this Dougie isn't baby penis
And I ain't tripping with you bitch, you better watch your mouth
Cause I'm a motherfucking G, I put that on the South
[Hook]
I'm so fly, fly (so fly)
Tipping on chrome, staying thoed
I'm just so fly, fly
I'm just a playa, that waaaay
[Dougie D]
I'm so fly yeah I know, cause Dougie D from the gutter I'm real
I'm a playa by nature, by the way that I act and I live
Niggaz they know, bitches they know
You catch me crawling down in some'ing candy, and blowing dro fa sho
Bitches be watching me, and niggaz be watching as well
For them niggaz that's plotting, keep a 4-5 with them extra shells
Perfecting my pimping, while I'm polishing my P's and Q's
In a throwback and Nikes, I don't need no suits and the gator shoes
Sipping on chrome, sipping on purple potion move in slow motion
With a bad lil' broad, headed to the crib and make her get wet like ocean
Look I'm so fly true and D, pop my collar while I roll my weed
I'm so fly that I piss on trees, and I'm so fly I ain't even got weed
[Hook x2]
[Dougie D]
No need for that hating, because your bitch digging my style
I'm a playa that way, she just can't help herself oh well
Now who that wanna go and do that, and true that I'm thoed in the mix
Pimping like Chris and niggaz get mad, because they hoes on my dick
She love the way that Dougie D walk, she love the way that Dougie D talk
She love the way that I pimp my style, and I ride on chrome glisten poke out
I'm so fly and this I know, y'all motherfuckers ain't gotta tell me so
Because these hoes on my dick and the money that I get, 'less a playa know fa sho
So smooth when I thug my thang, flyer than a bitch but I ain't Birdman
Who that be D-O-U-G-I-E in a LTB, cutting corners on glass
Be bout my pimping partna, so thoed up in the game I got em
So fly that I'ma stay on top, I'm so real that they ain't never gon stop me
[Hook x2]
[Dougie D]
Look I'm fly like Jordan taking off from the free throw line, look I'm fly like a blimp in the sky
Fuck that I'm fly like four birds in a rocket, with at least six astronauts
Now I'm fly like the clouds I am, shit I'm fly like the atmosphere
Better yet you could say that I'm flyer than my middle fingers, waving in the air
Shit I'm fly like a brand new Kawasaki on the freeway, mashing 2-10
Shit I'm fly like a brand new Benz, that black on black 22's up on spin
Yeah I'm fly like spit in the wind, fly like a 7-57
Fly like a hot air balloon, fly like a pilot about ten
Flyer than a nigga with his brain on drugs, flyer than a man on the moon say what
Fly just like I'm Peter Pan in Neverland, on Aladdin's rug
All a nigga really trying to say is I'm thoed, I'm so fly nigga y'all ain't know
I's a playa I suppose, I guess that's the way the game gon go
[Dougie D]
Open reveal, and put it in
Don't be acting all scary, gotta make it your friend
What, you need to get acquainted before you begin
Shit you can talk to it, or rubbing it in
While your head go up and down, I'm massaging your neck
While your head go up and down, you massaging my dick
This is a feeling, ain't a nigga forget
Girl you sucking so good, your pussy oughtta be wet
You doing it like a big ooh, I knew you was a superfreak
Dougie get you hot and erotic, up in the sheets
Make it in your back, until you fall over and sleep
And wake up to another bottle of Cris, and coedine
Oh yeah, you digging the style of a playa
This here is big pimping baby, I am so fly they can't fade me
Getting served, on the freeway doing eighty
S-E-R-V-I-C-E
It's mandatory, when a chick is fucking with me
Cause I be, one hundred percent G
And I love, when you put your mouth up on me
Cause and that tongue you feel the effect, and freak in ya bones
All you gotta do is pick up the phone, and you call
But before I fuck it you gotta suck it, you know I'm tal'n bout
Cause that's the way, that it's going down
[Hook x2: Russell Lee]
Can a nigga get some service, that's what I want
So won't you do it for me, (yeah-yeah-yeah)
You ain't gotta act like you nervous, no need to be
Cause you a superfreak, (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Can a nigga, get some service
[Dougie D]
Do you mind if I, trouble you
Just for a precious moment, of your time or two
We could slide in the whip, riding rendezvous
Whatever you wanna do, girl it's all cool
I ain't even finna lie, I admire your lips
And not to mention, I'm feeling your frame and your hips
I'm wondering, if you could kiss it for daddy
And give me some service, that I'ma never forget
Feeling me yet yes, a G I be
It's not gonna make me think of you less, baby
All you doing, is relieving my stress baby
Who dick better to kiss, than mine baby
It melts in your mouth girl, not in your hand
How many licks will it take, for you to understand
One lick-two lick-three licks, flash
All in your face, girl there it is
Don't be tripping, acting like you don't get down with that
Cause I know that you's a freak, and Dougie gon bring it out
Ain't no need, for you to be nervous
Ma don't be scurred, just go on serve me
But you get, what you ask for sometime
Well in this case, I just guess I deserve it
So fuck it, I'ma put my order in
And go ahead, and let the god damn service begin
[Hook x2]
[Dougie D]
The girl, is a superfreak
Especially, when she be on the Extasy
Can't get enough, of touching and hugging on me
Can't get enough, of sucking and fucking the D
Girl look I love it, when you kiss right there
Girl look I love it, when you lick right there
Let me rub my fingers, all through your pretty hair
Suck it like a lolli-pop, on a stick at the fair
You will do it if you care, yeah you know that I want you too
Go on ahead and do, what the daddy say do
Just like a star, burst the juice is loose
Wherever you want to go, it's all on you
Girl, it's cool if you freak with me
But all a nigga really want, is H-E-A-D
Like Eddie, make you put your mouth on me
TLC, to my M-E-A-T
Blow into my microphone, in correspondence to the beat
Yeah I love it when you do it, when I think of it as skeet
Looking at the top of your head, as you bob and you weave
Shit I just can't get enough, of the freak that you be
That's the D definitely, fa sho baby
Can a nigga get some service, now lady
The lips like a glove and it fit, perfect on me
Now go on, and begin the service baby
[Hook x2]
These are the seeds, of reality
These are some of the things that you should think bout, when you breathe
Who said tomorrow is promised, here for you or for me
But if you open your eyes, I garuntee that you will see
[Dougie D]
The lies that are told, the dreams that are sold
The children that are starving, and the mothers that are hoes
The dopefiends and the dealers, the killers and the coroners
The swishas and the sweets, and all the bags of marijuana
The hustler and his grind, the law man and his nine
A crooked cop and a badge, and a innocent man that just done died
A member right out of the Klan, got a position that's judge in a robe
The nigga that's facing the judge in the robe, is gonna get hung by the throat
The money and the greed, the evil that deceives
The pussy and the dick, the infection and the disease
The ghetto and it's cries, the soldiers that have died
The sweet taste of living, and the bitter taste of dying
The wicked ways of Satan, the holy ways of God
The people doing right, and the people doing wrong
The higher class living rich, lower class slums
Lower class taking higher class shit, with guns
[Hook x2]
[Dougie D]
The passing of a life, the coming of a new
The passion of a love, the hatred of it too
The trying for bickery, the agony of defeat
The screams of a war, the silence of the peace
The demons of the hells, the angels of the heavens
Punished for our sins, forgiven for our mature guessings
A man that set his best, a man that set his doom
A figment of the imagination, a figment of the truth
The weakness of a mark, the strength of a king
The beauty of a princess, and the horror of a beast
The gift of having sight, the curse of being blind
Knowing when to stay, and knowing when to move around
The timidness of women, the fury of her wrath
The judgment of a wise man, and the foolish never lasts
The new into the old, the old into the new
The now that was then, the then we never knew
[Hook x2]
[K-Rino]
We live in modern day Babylon
I roll with activists from Garvey, down to Farakan
Whites fintiblize, murdered us and many women cried
Got penalized for being black, through blatant genocide
I'm trying to elevate my own mind, and enlighten yours
I'm writing bars, that might fighting people from fighting wars
I read the time through revelation, not a horoscope
At the rate we going, will we see tomorrow (nope)
False education, so I can't believe what teachers say
How can I keep going to church, knowing the preacher's gay
I'm tired of stepping on the glass, I'm bout to buy a weapon
How can I know my partna's smoking, and won't try to help him
America is at the end, we ain't got longer last
You ain't a man your woman work, and you laying on your ass
We are the sinners of the lost nation, getting found
[Hook x2]
Said I'm feeling you girl, you need to roll with me
Said I'm feeling you girl, you look good on the side of me
(said I'm feeling you boy, you need to roll with me
Said I'm feeling you boy, you look good when you ride with me)
[Tiffany]
It's the T-I double F, up in this bitch
We can jump in your truck, with them 23's let 'em spin
Let me light up your weed, baby girl is a G
Who gon do it the way I do it, nobody baby
Tiffany hold it down, bitch I'm up on my shine
You hustling for nothing ass niggaz, ain't on my mind
I'ma keep swinging wide, black on black shiny tires
You hold your own and clock your do', then you prolly can ride
[Hook x2]
[Dougie D]
Ok now look boo I feel your style, the way you walk the way you smile
The way you talk the way you slide, the way you move the way you shine
Jump in the LTB, mama won't you come and take a ride with a G
Shit it's all good to the game with the D
we could hit the mall and take a shopping spree
What you want the Prada shoes purse and the hat
we could get the Vickie pants and a bra to match
Let a nigga touch you in the middle where it's wet
I just wanna see the pretty pinky from the back
Let a nigga hit it till it hurts so good
pop another X and give it two more uh's
You the kinda shorty that a nigga freak for
you the kinda shorty that's a real keeper
[Hook x2]
[Shano]
It's the Shano up in the do', looking so fly
When you got me on the passenger side, you look so live
Fuck it I'll even drive, let you sit back and ride
Po' up them cups with that pine, on the South it's going down
Now how they wanna act, they see us shining having thangs
These hoes be mad at Ms. Thang, cause Ms. Thang up on her game
Diamonds in every ring, I stay Vickie fitted and jazzy
Gangsta but still a lady, don't get your shit twisted backwards
[Hook x4]
Where my niggaz at, let me see your fucking hands up
(where my bitches at, let me see your fucking hands up)
[Dougie D]
Where my niggaz at, bitch I'm throwing up the Southside
In a big body Denali, flipping and swanging it wide
What you looking at hoe, what you looking at bitch
Come on my side with that tripping, then you get your shit split
Dougie D I'm off of the chain, and I'm staining they brain
A guerilla that's raw and untamed, and I'm changing the game
Pistol packing and opening gauge, with a aim in my range
Motherfuckers they act like they strange, the game'll get slained
Well look here whoadie, I'm a rider boy
I could hot one up as fast, that's hotter than lava boy
Me and my niggaz, click up and pile up a lot of boys
Fucking with some bitches, they did this just rowdy boy
Kicking up dust bitch, with this country kicking calico
Dougie Deezy and Shano, it's simply it is you know
To all of my niggaz, that's tossing up your 24's
We real on this end, and we keep it live you feel my whoa you feel me whoa
[Hook x4]
[Shano]
Where my bitches at, toss it up cause I'm repping my side
All the way from BMT, down to the Southside of your town
Jazzy and sophisticated they hate it, wanna try but they can't fade it
Put that thang in your mouth, you taste it you like it you ate it
Now what you know about them bitches, that's clocking up dollas
I'm all grown up, and got no time for no girls and they problems
You see that big body Impala, on them corners cutting
Now where my bitches at, whoa y'all don't want nothing
[Tiffany]
You heard what she said, we bitches all about our bread
Ain't never been scared, my bitches keep a level head
You talking that shit, you bumping jumping fly on it
My name is Tiffany, so lil' bitch I get down on it
I'm fucking with niggaz, and bitches that be bout it bout it
Like Dougie Deezy and that Shano, and weed endo got me
Somebody better tell these hoes, how I work my jelly
Now where my bitches at, y'all wasn't ready
[Hook x4]
[G-Wis]
Where my niggaz where my bitches at, blowing on swishas
Backwood feeling touches, this G-Wis and Dougie
Don't touch me 'less you fuck me, matter fact don't even hug me
I'm on this drank feeling sluggish, plus a nigga been hustling
All day, running from the laws in broad day
Look left look right, jump down the fire escape
I'm safe at home, played another one for the team
Another gun with a beam, make a mother wanna scream
Good gracious hallelujah, when I put them hollows through ya
Nightmare on Elm Street, a motherfucking Freddy Kruger
Tight nigga, gasoline and light niggaz ask the lean in flight nigga
And let me take a flight nigga, iight nigga
What's the deal, tell me are you really real
Cause I feel I'm really real, about really making a mill for real
Can you feel a young nigga bout his scrill, popping pints by the seal
Niggaz put your hands up, bitch
[Hook: Russell Lee]
See me I'm from around the way, but everyday is gun play
But if I had it my way, we would see mo' brighter days
I'm just another nigga from the hood, trying to live my life just like I should
I'm out here trying to stay alive, in this life of crime
[Dougie D:]
Heavenly Father help us, and help us all
Fight with my back against the wall, is like giving my all
Dougie from round the way, in the mist of all of this drama
Do my best to be a good father, and a son to my mama
All these fucking problems, partnas killing partnas for dollas
If I handle it my way, it be brighter days for tomorrow
But I'm just another, nigga product made from the ghetto
Trying to survive in the ghetto, gaining stripes and my medals
Always on my mission, niggaz pay attention and listen
In this life of high crime we living, our future is prison
Tell me can you see it, are you that ignorant and blind
Must you sleep in the coffin, before you decide to mind
Can anybody hear me, open up your soul and just feel me
This is my reason for giving it to you, like I give it
Heaven just hold me, continue to mourn me till my time
And guide me with your precious hand, as I struggle and strive
[Hook]
[Dougie D:]
Jesus oh my God can you hear me crying, everyday we live we closer to dying
Feeling the power of the fire, that's burning inside
I'm on my grind, in a savage land where savage survive
Only two options for your ass, is you live or you die
Niggaz die, on a daily basis constantly frying
Victims of pistol play, and mishabit happy I'm not
Punching the clock, as the world just spin a tying a knot
People lose focus, and they end up in burial plots
From K's and glocks, only utilizing tools for the devil
Straight and it's busy yeah, this working we killing eachother
Help my brothers, do my best to try to be humble
But I'm protecting myself, if they approach me with drama
Not your average man, live my life on faith in this land
Keep my eyes open for snakes, and fuck what a nigga saying
I am a grown man, keep your fucking games I ain't playing
This is my reason, for telling you everything I'm saying
[Hook]
[Dougie D:]
Do guerilla niggaz ever see heaven, when I die I hope you accept me
I been dealing with so much stress, when this earth is unhealthy
Trying to get wealthy, in a world where helpful is helpless
Niggaz won't hesitate, to bless your head with Smith-N-Wessins
Gotta get money, is the only motto I know
Live the code of a G, in the streets with heathens and hunters
Grinding and pumping, on my focus keeping it coming
Mashing the gas on these bitches, I ain't doing this for nothing
I'm everlasting, setting fire to all the gases
Setting slash in my stashes, all neatly buried or baggaged
Crime ain't a option, most of us usually born into it
Not saying it's righteous but shit, it's justified when we do it
All of my niggaz, lend me your ear heart and your hand
Spare me a piece of your mind, to feel what the fuck I'm saying
Hoping you understand, feel my passion pain and my plan
This is my reason, for giving you everything I am
[Hook x2]
The world may spin, the sun may shine
Get it how you live, or get it how you die
You can live for the future, or you can dwell on the past
But long as I'm around, I'ma mash for my ca-ash
[Dougie D]
The world spins, 365 times
360 of em, Dougie on grind
Massaging my mind, with the cattle stannous with pine
24/7, pushing and pumping to get mine
I ain't never fin to quit, I ain't finna stop for shit
Get rich or I die trying, my intent when I ride bitch
Motherfuckers is scheming and plotting, wanna see me fall
Or do to the game, that I'm equipped with and managed to ball
Hating niggaz suck dick, hating bitches suck dick
Fuck every last one of you bitches, and Dougie said this
Living my life for the future, can't go on stressing the past
All the wild adventures happened, have me Dougie a man
Now I'm standing six feet, sitting 2-15
With a click of guerillas, and a arsenal weaponry
Ready for war on you bitches, Deegie bitches is smashing on all haters
Cut throat nigga, when it's all about my paper
[Hook x2]
[Dougie D]
The only thing I know up in my life, is go hard
And facing your contributions, determines your reward
The time that we living, is a recycle of life
The shit that you see in your life, once you might see it twice
So I keep on pursuing my paper, packing this pump
Niggaz is facing and flinching, feeling froggy to jump
Got no time for procrastination, conscience holding me up
The only thing that I see, is dolla-dolla buck-buck
Give it to me bitch what, I'm a G and I'm mashing at all cause
Only thing that I got, is my word and my balls
People that prosecute me, niggaz that want me red
When it comes to my dollas will I mash, bitch bet
[Hook: Russell Lee]
She wanna know my name, wanna know my game girl
But let me know, what's up wit you
Just hit me, on the lat night
And we can do, what grown-up's do
She say she like my style, say she feel my vibe
I'm trying to see, what's up with you
Just hit me, on the late night
And we can do, what grown-up's do
[Dougie D]
Well you say you wanna know my name
you really impressed how I pimp my game
My pimping is so thoed you think it's strange
but nevertheless when I called you came
Now ain't that strange ironic
once you fucking around with a G that's balling
All you gotta do is pick up the phone and you call me
I'ma be up in it from the night to the morning
Stretching and yawning in your bed
wake up in the morning to some real good head
You know you what I like and I ain't even gotta say it
girl you a superstar already
Y'all cut the lights off lights heavy
does it look good when you do it like that
Bend it over see my style and my vibe on tap
P-I-M-P and I is I just can't help that's all this is
What it do girl what you really wanna be
I'm trying to see what the deal with the late night creep
Grown folks shit when you fucking with a G
and that's what it do when you fucking with the Dougie D
So when you feeling you ready to get away and freak
if I don't answer the phone leave a message at the beep
If I don't answer the phone leave a message at the beep
if I don't answer the phone leave a message at the beep
[Hook]
[Russell Lee]
Say baby girl tonight, could really be your lucky night
Just let me know what's up, I wanna know what's up with you and I
I think I seen you somewhere, from around the way
And I'm just trying to take you home, trying to make you moan
And I'm trying to get to show you, what I'm all about yeah
So baby let me take you for a ride, and take you to the other side
So you can show me, just how you get down
You know that I really wanna hear you, make that freaky sound
[Hook]
[Dougie D]
Oh now I'm a special freak
cause you like the way I put it all in
Got a few corners to bend the wheels spin
you know what it is baby this is pimping
Dougie the daddy baby that's all I is
can't be nothing mo' or nothing less
Give it to me good girl with no stress
I'm ready for bucked naked hot sex
You could begin with a lil' service
when I blow up on dro with red hair cess
Sipping up on purple and rest my hand
you gotta know what I want and can't be scared
Yes indeed girl I'm on my pimping
in the streets block and wood grain gripping
Sitting up on grey and chrome I'm tipping
best believe I'm about my bidness
Dougie D like jelly I'm the one
gonna show you making a freak you some
Ecstasy between you and me
means a whole lot of sweating in between the sheets
A whole lot of going hard up in the pink
and a back beating from the serving beef
That fa sho girl when you want that call me
up in the late night and I'm out here crawling
[talking]
Yeah, know I'm tal'n bout
It's your nigga, Dougie mayn
Shit, I know y'all boys been waiting for a long
Lil' skeet taste, and I'ma put it in your ear
Shit, I wreck for the Maab baby
S-L-A-B going hard baby, Slow Loud And Bangin'
In your motherfucking ear bitch, it's the Dougie
[Hook x2]
One, it's me the Dougie
Two, give it to you the way that it's 'spose to be
Three, y'all been waiting for Dougie for long time
Four, here we go and I'm putting it on your mind
[Dougie D]
Hold up, this your boy Dougie Deezie
Representing the Maab, and the S-L-A-Beezie
I'm off the heezie, please believe me for sheezie
I can rock a party and the mic, when I'm pleasing
Boys knocking, getting mad wanna stop me
Try to copy, but they game too sloppy
I stay wrecking, A Guerilla Maab veteran
Down in the Dirty, Southside Houston Texas
I'm still riding, cocked up 4's gliding
Throwed in the mix, Dougie D stay shining
All on it, kicking like a wild donkey
Heard the track, shitted on a bitch and got funky
It's your partna, cutting corners on choppers
Deuce out the roof, with a jazzy lil' mama
Already, so you know I stay wired
It's in our life mine too, it's going down
[Hook x2]
[Dougie D]
Bring it back, part two and don't quit
How you thinking it's over, and I ain't said shit
I'm a big body flipper, candy paint up on toys
Sliding down the Boulevard, wrecking on 4's
Trunk steady knocking, won't stop making noise
Dougie in your ear, bitch wrecking going hard
You can catch me sipping, on the purple potent fo'
With my big bro Z-Ro, and blowing on dro
Riding down my cousin Trae, screens lit up on gray
Jay'Ton, Lil B and the Pimp Skinn-ay
Frank Nitty in the cut, Raw D he throwed off
D-Bo got quitters, that'll slide your ass off
[Hook x2]
[Dougie D]
What it do like DJ Screw, I stay screwed up
Like my partna H.A.W.K., all tracks get chewed up
Hoes love me, wanna kiss touch and rub me
Told you once befo', bitch I'm all about my money
I'm never sober, fucked off and fucked over
Rocking on stage, with my towel on my shoulder
Hoes acting, all crazy straight snatching
Pulling on my throwback, bitch quit grabbing
I know you love it, like the way that Dougie does it
Always keep a couple of cakes, in the oven
Can I rip it, hell yeah I get wicked
Dougie on the grind, trying to get a mill ticket
Whoa whodi, slow it down you don't know me
Back back bitch, cause you pulling me too closely
Too forward, and you already know
They're my motherfucking niggaz, chunk it up there they go
[evil laughing]
[Hook x2]
Bitch go hard, or you'll go home
If you can't handle it uh-uh don't touch it, leave it alone
This some grown man shit, no reason why you involved
Never send a lil' boy, to do a grown man's job
[Dougie D]
It's the Dougie Deekie from your booty, up to you madula-oblan-gata
Putting shit up on your mind, keeping it liver
Their my competition, competition ain't rock shit
We get these bitches dizzy, run circles round em and shit
What you going harder, before me and the mo'
I'm trying to get money, that's stacked up from the roof to the flo'
I wear a size 12-10, from the heel to the toe
I'm kicking down do's in the industry, yelling they want flows
Get-in and go's, haters I'm exposing you hoes
I'm too motherfucking advanced in my game, for you hoes
Any bitch made niggaz, ain't never touching my level
Murdering motherfuckers, so call me the Paul wheels
Going hard on the hands, going hard on the heat
Going hard on the dro, and them bottles of codeine
Going hard on the bar, like I'm full of that G.C
Swimming all through your bar, like the captain of swim team
And my diamonds bling-bling, so fuck it I shine on em
Since Dougie is a rider, no choice but to ride on em
See them 22's up on there on that truck, I slide on em
Ain't no other way I could have it, I'm going hard on em
[Hook x2]
[Dougie D]
Bitch, I done told you hoes already
I've been in the game too long, to leave and be not wealthy
Dougie D been on the grind, since 1999
The Guerilla Maab Rise, bitch I've been holding it down
Nigga please, how in the hell do you figga you fucking with me
I'm the cataracts on eyes, most making it hard to see
I pass on your little sins, so fast that you call me
While I'm on fire, burning the nation industries
OK, you can play if you wanna
I fuck around with nothing but guerillas, some gone on that water
Got the nine mili fitted, under the linen and denim
Ready to bust me a winning, if one of these niggaz tripping
I don't know what it is, that you niggaz be hearing
If you ain't feeling me now, you will in a minute
I don't rap game better, Guerilla Maab slab rider
When it comes to going hard, ain't no problem bitch I got it
[Hook x2]
[Dougie D]
Motherfucker now look, when is you bitches is gon learn
I'm tired of telling you hoes, bitch I got paper to earn
I'm a god damn fool with it, doing my due with it
Get funky like elephant shit, and flies to pigeons
You don't really wanna try, to take it to the extreme
Cause if you take it to the extreme, it's gauge with a beam
Splitting his spleen, flying automatic machines
Me and my team on the grind, mash for the cream
Don't be asking who that jamming, pay attention and listen
That's Dougie from Guerilla Maab, Slow Loud And Bangin' you feel me
Going hard in the winter, fall, spring or the summer
It don't matter what it is, I'm going hard and all over
Making motherfuckers wonder, but my name ain't Stevie
Sending motherfuckers home, cause going hard ain't easy
It's your nigga Dougie Deezie, fa sheezy keeping it greasy
Can that boy go hard, yep please believe me
[Hook x4]
In this ghetto life, that we living
Have mercy, on all your children
In this ghetto life, this ghetto life, this ghetto life
This ghetto life, that we living
[Dougie D]
Blaze a blunt, sit back and feel me
Who wants to be a millionaire, everybody really
Niggaz be struggling striving, trying to get it
In this ghetto life, that we living
Heavenly Father, have mercy on your children
For the love of the dollar, niggaz be out killing
For the love of the dollar, niggaz be out stealing
For the love of the dollar, niggaz'll be willing
And this game, is cut throat
Gotta make sure, I stay up on my note
Dougie D staying afloat, up in my boat
I ain't leaving this motherfucker, until the curtain close
Guerilla Maab, to the day I die
Slow Loud And Bangin', the fellas is on the rise
And I'ma rep it, with another hell of a swang
By living in this ghetto, li-i-e-ife
[Hook x2]
[Dougie D]
Lord, have mercy on your children
We all done fell short of the glory, and we tripping
Everybody claiming, that they up on a mission
Heavenly Father, I know you hear me
Push up on the mashings, on a nigga note
Gotta stay focused, while I'm working my muscle for my do'
Motherfuckers want me to leave, but I ain't gon go
Still I'm here, ready to fight up on ten toes
Me and the click, been thick for so long
Ripping up microphones, and doing shows and so on
Ghetto fabulous, the life that we know
Somebody hold me, cause I'm bout to let go
We're living in a world, consumed with drugs and glocks
Where both niggaz and we chickened out, from drugs and glocks
Want into a world, where you usually don't get out
This is the life of a thug, I'm talking bout
[Hook x2]
[Trae]
In this ghetto life, that we living
Everybody wanna be robbing, jacking and stealing
Living on the corner, where niggaz be drug dealing
Kids having kids, and kids coming up missing
I'm from the city, where the good'll die first
Watching you rolled out, creep out in a black hearse
Letting out twenty shots, so the crowd'll disperse
Sick of living it broke, so you be snatching a lady purse
The only thing on they mind, is getting paid
If they don't make it today, they finding another way
Just to get away, 'fore the officer come they way
Locking em up in jail, then they throwing the key away
But ain't no way, that I'm fin to come let em take me out
Guerilla Maab till I'm dead, know what I'm talking about
I'ma grind till I'm known in public, on every block
And if a nigga wanna trip, I'm fin to be taking him out
[G-Wiz:]
Club packed front to back, where them girls at
I need the freak of the week, plus a dub sack
I'm on a dub sack, got dubs on the Lac
You trying to jack, your best bet is to get the fuck back
Tell the bouncer who the man is, Dub-I-Z
I'm under 21 nigga, so fuck I.D.
On the cool, y'all should let me in this club for free
I'm the most realest nigga, that these hoes gon see
Got a 4 and a peach crush, one liter
All I see is one diva, and I'm bout's to come meet her
And greet her, I win's the game cause I'm a cheater
I hit once then leave her, let that other nigga keep her
For real, I been in this game for years
Everything I wear is real, ain't no shopping at Sears
So cheers to the ladies, and cheers to the fellas
And here's to my beautiful black girls, and my yellas
[Hook: x2]
Ladies put your hands up, fellas put your drinks down
Get together, ain't no time to think now
Hit the dance flo', show you how we get down
(it's a brand new dance, it's a brand new sound)
[Verse 2:]
Ooohweee, we got 'em body rocking and shocking
While them 4's be cutting, and them tops still dropping
God damn lil' mama, I like that there
You make a playa wanna stop, and hit that there
But I'm still bump and grinding, with that there
Gotta get that there, can't miss that there
Whoa lil' mama, we don't play no fair
Matter fact I gotta ask, is that your hair
Cause if it ain't, you better put a track right there
If you a playa, you got to put your hands in the air
If you a simp, you need to hit the do' right there
If you a pimp, you better check the hoe right there
You heard what I said, I meant that there
That drop on 4's, I grind to get that there
That Rolex blinding, I know it ain't fair
Southsi' for li', I represent that there
[Hook x2]
[Dougie D:]
Pull up to the club, four cars and twelve deep
Seven niggaz five bitches, all holding heat
Get the owner of the club, we moving through security
Ain't no damn emission fee, for G's we getting in here for free
Since they know the Dougie D, all of my people V.I.P.
Since they know how real it be, all of the drinks is V.I.P.
Since they know how gangstas it be, there's no questions bout my weed
And they know, one of these hoes get out of line they gonna bleed
But look we ain't came for that, we parlaying like Gangsta Mack
Dougie D and Dub-I-Z, and Ke in the back getting brains in the back
All my hoes on the flo' that's fine, all my thugs in the club put your drinks on down
Cause this right here is a brand new dance, this here is a brand new sound
Tell the motherfucking DJ shit, gon spin this here bout fifteen times
Tell the motherfucking DJ shit, when you spin that gon' head spin that live
In the time that we step in the club, you already know that it's gon go down
This a brand new dance this a brand new sound, everybody gon' head get down
[Hook]
Blaze up and blow, blaze up and blow, blaze up and blow
Blaze up and blow, blaze up and blow
Got a swisher sweet cut it down the middle, fill and roll
Blaze up and blow, blaze up and blow
[Dougie D]
Right now, everybody trying to smoke some'ing
Give me a feeling, you let a nigga roll some'ing
Fuck it we can put it in the bong, do it just like Cheech and the Chong
Huffing and puffing, till our eyes shut
Cutting corners, in the LTD
It be, D-O to the U to the G-I-E
Dash G-M double A-B
Smoking and choking, on nothing but the finest of good green
Inhale, hold up for a second exhale
A beautiful aroma, that everybody could smell
Call matching when I get your dome, wait put 'em in
Brothers made, for the women as well
From the earth to my lungs, from my lungs to the wind
Wait a few minutes, the feeling's start to kicking on in
Yes indeed, real real good weed
With no stick, no stems and no seeds
[Hook]
[Dougie D]
I know something, that you don't know
I got a ounce, and a half and a bag of blow
Fuck it, let's take a journey over to the sto'
Get up out these boxes up off, and then we can roll
Just you and me, that's all that's smoking
Call a few bitches, so we can get this thang open
Get 'em tripping, and laughing at all of my jokes and
Two of them betas, wanted Dougie D to go poke em
Hol' on boo, bitch I'm trying to blaze right now
And I'm really not concerned, with your pussy anyhow
All I want is a shot of that mouth, I skeet in her mouth
And back to the gutter, where I'm making my route
Cause I'm a mob made mo'fucker, in the air
It's a bird it's a plane, hell naw
That's Dougie D, getting gone on that good ass green
How many times, I'ma have to tell y'all
[Hook]
[Cheech & Chong]
[Hook]
Ain't nothing but, big bodies we drive
Cutting up the corners, on 20 inch tires
Pain dripping wet, everything customized
Southside, we swang wide
What's the deal
Act a ass showing skills, wooden wheels
Got the four po'd up on chill
All my niggaz and my bitches get wired, it's going down
[Dougie D]
I ride big body, on 20 inch tires
Stayed blowed on dro, when I swang wide
Won't catch Dougie in it, if it ain't customized
When I slip and I slide, through the streets of Southside
What's the deal
Smoke weed get high, pop pills
Act a ass with the wheel, showing skills
If you feel me throw your hands up high, and get live
You can't smoke with me, because you don't smoke enough
You can't drank with me, because you don't drank enough
Don't fuck with the liquor, nothing but purple stuff
Got a purple potent fo', poured in the peach crush
It's going down
All my niggaz and my bitches, stay fly
Get crunk, get bucked right now
Everybody throw your hands up high, and get live
[Hook]
[Dougie D]
If you a 2-4 nigga, gon head throw it up
If you got a pint of drank, gon head po' it up
If you got a bag of sticky green, gon roll it up
If you smoke then you smoke, till your fucking lung bust
Swang wide
20's spinning, black magic on my tires
Screens lit, sitting on buck hide
Looking good when a nigga pull out, it's going down
If you meet Dougie D, disrespecting him a gangsta
Don't fuck around, with no motherfucking wanksta
Head banger, pull out the Jimmy gon shank you
Bend you over my lap, and then I straight spank you
In a Range Rover, me and my Ranger rolled over
S.U.C., or Screwed Up Click soldier
Front hopping, Dougie got it on lock and
Haters throwing up road blocks, I ain't stopping
[Hook]
[Lil Two]
S to the izzL, A to the Bizzie
Got's to show love, to Trae and Dougie Dizzie
Jay'Ton, Lil B, South Klique my family
Sha, B, J, Lil' K and Warren G
For Donnie D on lock, I keep my glock cocked
Until you make it out, I got the block hot
In the drop top, skating on Gary Payton's
Sprewell's keep spinning, my rims procrastinating
My bitch is masturbating, leaving nut on the street
Candy paint popped trunk, and got buck on the seats
My switches they never age, forever be 16
With the front back side-to-side, through it six screens
VCR, X-Box and a DVD
This is how I'm living, but not BET
You see me, just like the M double A-B
It's the one and only O, behind the W-T holla
