Up On Things
Uh  Yeah

Walk with me west coast

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

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Ride
Ride
Ride
Ride
Ride
Ride
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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 **** and get money
My truck switches er
You got to duck *****es 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 **********ing
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 **********ing
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 **********ing
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 **********ing
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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