looking through binoculars Look second to none all we do is drop this, Six to six flow so I roll with dodges. And I'm in the club, everybody wanna dub
: Yo, If you blatantly hatin' and waitin on my downfall Then just be patient, and kiss my ass! If you didn't believe and you had a problem with my previous l.p
Be I see drama on the daily Not anything I can't handle, bitch So should you, or your crew could get f----- up by one dub And all my niggas want love
the blessed rum From jumpin' all nights we high, hit up the block to where? East 99 I get wit my nigga to get me some yayo, double up nigga what you need? We got weed to get P
Yeah, I got a couple cribs, so what, nigga? Rollin', sittin' on dub, dubs, nigga But I don't have to wear no diamonds to shine Damn you don't know that
' my shoes People ask me do I write rhymes, I tell 'em I used to Shit now I'm writin' history you gonna remember Like The Juice Crew U to the G to the K P
[Styles P & Akon talking] What up John (testing one, two, three) What up Kon (hey convict music) Let's go (can you believe it) (1st Verse) Styles P Fresh
do shorty you burnt lil mama what it do if a nigga make a move lil mama comin to verse 1800 im blunted for sho snoop d.o dub pocket full of dub all
("Yeah yeah now check the method" Extra P from ATCQ's _Keep It Rollin_) * cut and scratched 4X by Mista Sinister Verse One: No I.D. No time to get
is real If you can't match numbers Then you can't have the head Nigga in charge And shit, live nigga rhymes artist Pardon, P dub shines regardless Remorseless
the club They try to show me love, erebody want a hug And now they tryin to hit me wit the bottles of the bub But I be rollin sticky shawty hit me wit da dub
niggaz in the club wanna masturbate Pretend you suckin' his dick Fuckin' a trick, make him bust a nut in this bitch Take all his cash love, take his last dub
packin heat Mashin for the cheddar with No Limit's like Master P Found my glitch in this rap game, now I'm steady bustin Dub C, hoo-ridin for the chip
Need to wise up and seek personal gain Or maintain some type of pain Cause they don't give away hot lunches out here in L.A. Yo peace to the Dub and the
[Chorus: P. Dot] When them guns goes off, we be ready for war When them guns goes off, bitches hit the floor When them guns goes off, and them sirens
your seat you met your doom Big G could start a fight in an empty room You fuck with me, you gotta fuck with crazy tunes Wino, Billy Boy, P.S. and Spoon
t even remember the words to my shit I told the doc I need a change in sickness I gave a girl herpes in exchange for syphalis Put my L.P on your Christmas
I don't fuck with scrubs I don't need you harassin' me when I'm up in the club Tryin' to hustle a nigga, askin' me for a dub Quarter, ki's, and halfs