Up On Things

Uh Yeah

Walk with me west coast

Yeah Uh

It's the coast to coast g on the check in

Yeah

Uh

Ride

Ride

Ride

Ride

Ride

Ride

Uh

If you ain't up on things

Fabolous is the name street fam is the game

Screamin' 718 while them hammers bang

Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca

Kick game like I know a little bit of socca

Spic dames ass and a little bit of knockas

Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka

Then I'm game change

A very freaky girl

You know who got the gold like the kid

Ffrom the last dragon

You know who got the low

On the spokes and the ass saggin'

You know who got the gold

That'll have your ass gaggin'

You know who got the boat

That'll have the task naggin'

But I f**k and get money

My truck switches er

You got to duck bitches when you get twenties

And plug switches that make you sit funny

I'm a rider

If you ain't up on things

Don't come close to me

Unless you ride like

You supposed to be

If you ain't up on things

Don't come close to me

Unless you pimpin'

Like you supposed to be

If you ain't up on things

Don't come close to me

Unless you banging

Like you supposed to be

If you ain't up on things

Don't come close to me

Unless you gangsta

Like you supposed to be

C'mon you know its g's up C. O. 's down

If I freeze up its kilos now

Pick trees up its 3-4 pounds

Fill the bees up 'til these bro's drown

I snatch a few g's up and flea those towns

Busta's freeze up when my v slow down

I ease up with these 4 pounds

Squeeze up to 3-4 rounds

I pick these up its G code now

Ya'll better call

The D's up before I reload now

I'm The Boss something like Springsteen

I got something that bring green

That look something like string beans

I make sure the hustlers

Keep something to sling the fiends

White yellow and a little something that bling green

We going to blast if we going I been doing

This since Jabbar was hooking off

The glass in the forum ghetto

Your grandparents has to assume

Cuz the face look like a magnifying

Glass on the poem oh boy

If you ain't up on things

Don't come close to me

Unless you ride like you supposed to be

If you ain't up on things

Don't come close to me

Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be

So my

They get money money

Throw your motherf**king

Hand in the air in the air

And if you up on things

And you don't give a

Let me hear y'all scream

Oh yeah oh yeah

And all my

They get money money

Throw your motherf**king

Hand in the air in the air

And if you up on things

And you don't give a

Let me hear y'all

Scream oh yeah oh yeah

It's the kid with the D. O. double G

After blowing 3-4 dubs of trees

My eyes are below double g's

After sipping pin-o bubbly skee-o rubbing me

We'll probably go below publically

I'm a coast to coast G

I keep the toast to mostly

For those who pose to closely backup

Keep a piece in the vest that's how we ride

From the north to the south to the east to the west

So my

They get money money

Throw your motherf**king

Hand in the air in the air

And if you up on things and you don't give a

Let me hear y'all scream oh yeah oh yeah

And all my

They get money money

Throw your motherf**king

Hand in the air in the air

And if you up on things

And you don't give a

Let me hear y'all

Scream oh yeah oh yeah

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