1.Whip Yo Ass
Lyricist：William Calhoun, Hardley Davidson, Cornell Haynes
It's been a minute that I've been sittin' up in this cell
Thinkin' of many ways that I can get paid escapin' jail
My life is like a football game, I'm movin' the chains
Tryin' to score so I could maneuver the Range
I hear police callin' my name, I ball in no lane
Tryin' to hit the wall, make the ghetto hall of fame
It's third and long, got a lot of yards to gain
I'm federal, youse a misdemeanor, you small change
It's that, S W A N G affiliate
From the penitentiary to the club, love I'm sendin' it
Turn me out and throw it up and get your boogie on
And let me see those fingers in the sky if you feelin' it
I'm sick and ain't no curin' me, maximum security
Can't stop my back bumper draggin' through your community
Process me, lock me down, level me hard kid
I still come out swingin' like Ron Artest, nigga ha ha
Is it the concrete or the walls？
Maybe it's the bars, might be the guards
Nigga this is lockdown, lock 'em down, lock 'em down
This is lockdown, lock 'em down, lock 'em down
Is it the concrete or the walls？
Maybe it's the bars, might be the guards
Nigga this is lockdown
I'm 'bout to whip yo' ass mayne, ha ha
Nigga the bang bang get up
Skip skippin' through the lane, swang, look at Dub
Swangin', still feelin 'em all, I can't wait to get out
When I touch-down nigga, I'ma turn shit out
Looka there, biddy-by-by, buh-by-by beddy-bye nigga
Lights out, Dub and Nelly 'bout to shut the lights off
C-walkin' on the industry, spittin' with all my energy
Dedicated to my niggaz in the penitentiary
Ladies bounce to this, sip Cris', get drunk to this
Refs walks to this, dawgs thump to this
On my mind is my fetti, itchin' for the day
That I can parole and jack the nose on a Chevy
Three-wheel to the St. Lou' and connect with Nelly
Jump in the Escalade on them deuce-four Pirelli's, nigga
Money is freedom and freedom is cash
And anything between me and my freedom I'll whup an ass, ha ha
Is it the concrete or the walls？
Maybe it's the bars, might be the guards
Nigga this is lockdown, lock 'em down, lock 'em down
This is lockdown, lock 'em down, lock 'em down
Is it the concrete or the walls？
Maybe it's the bars, might be the guards
Nigga this is lockdown
I'm 'bout to whip yo' ass mayne, ha ha
Yeah, Dub stay chuckin' the pavement, I'm anti-general populated
Hood related, the industry most hated
'Cause I ball greedy and rhyme for mine, c'mon I'm willin' to
die for mine
C'mon, while haters hate from the sideline
I'm like Fabolous, I make you 'Breathe' hard
Leavin' ya bleedin' and scarred, PC'd up on the sensitive knee
guard
Dub Central ain't no surrender, spit for repetitive offenders
Facin' D.A.'s with public defenders nigga, ha ha
Is it the concrete or the walls？
Maybe it's the bars, might be the guards
Nigga this is lockdown, lock 'em down, lock 'em down
This is lockdown, lock 'em down, lock 'em down
Is it the concrete or the walls？
Maybe it's the bars, might be the guards
Nigga this is lockdown
I'm 'bout to whip yo' ass mayne, ha ha
2.The Streets
Lyricist：Calvin Broadus, William Calhoun, Nathaniel D Hale, Scott
Storch
Yea, turn the music up a little bit
Yea, a little bit louder, right there
In the name of the streets
Click, click, boo ya, Dub kicked the frame in
Nigga, let the games begin, as I standin'
Tossed the tall can on a campus, off the limital
Scanners takin' penitentiary chances
Sick wit it, off the ric wit it
Blue beenie knitted, freshly acquitted
Grind, grimey, the big body an' the big body
Wit lyrics an' 'draulics hotter than the Majave
Sellin', brubble bellin', career felon
Escalade, 3 braid beer wearin'
Fuck it, I thug for free an' thug to eat
Niggas call me 'Home of Cake' 'cause I love the cheese
Gangstas, hustlas, pimps, if ya follow me
Let me see ya put them hands up like a robbery
I solemnly swear to stay down an' slang the seed
I spit in the name of the streets
I'm gonna roll, I'm gon' stay fly
I'm gonna bust, hold my hood up high
In the name of the streets
I'm gonna roll, I'm gon' rich ride
I'm gonna ball, hold my hood up high
In the name of the streets
This the itty bitty nigga, from the city they call LB
What you know about the D O G？
I keep my peeps wit a bag o' treats
On the streets, my nephews beat your beat an' keep that heat
In the Cutt an' indiscrete
Me an' Dub-C crippin' cousins in this industry
A lotta' y'all pretend to be
Wanna see, friends wit me an' then sleep wit the enemy？
Want some, get some, bad enough, take some
Suckas poppin' off, I'm 'bout to take one
Braids on, make done, don't want none
An' just 'cause we talkin', what you doin' C walkin'？
It's not just a dance, it's a way o' livin'
Now if ya C walkin', ya best to see Crippin'
An' that goes for kids too an' R an' B singers
Nigga, quit Crip walkin' if ya ain't a gang banger
I'm gonna roll, I'm gon' stay fly
I'm gonna bust, hold my hood up high
In the name of the streets
I'm gonna roll, I'm gon' rich ride
I'm gonna ball, hold my hood up high
In the name of the streets
I told a woman I don't love her but she wants to go
I told another that I want her but she wants to hoe
I ain't a hater, I'm a player, so I fucked 'em both
In the name of the streets
This is for them geniuz
Da best is my East niazz, both sides street niazz
This is for them DJs, coast to coast movin' this
Spinnin' them turntables that bomp the Ruvian
Smashous, best trap us for cash
An' dump a blunt at ya's, outta the mix classes
This is for them riders, ridin' for the mims
Ghetto ass niazz on them big shiny rims
Thrashin', you're back at ya, bring a debassa'
Got droppin' on your drastic, another hood classic
Dub the 'Ghetto Heisman' singin' 'More cabbage'
A street niazz livin' on seek an' kill status
Unlock the racked, Def Jam cock ya' back
Recess is over, I want my spot back
Who's the next？ I preceded to blow comin' at 'em
I'm in a mink coat an' Spacey gat 'em, you're lookin' at 'em
I'm gonna roll, I'm gon' stay fly
I'm gonna bust, hold my hood up high
In the name of the streets
I'm gonna roll, I'm gon' rich ride
I'm gonna ball, hold my hood up high
In the name of the streets
Dub C, The 'Ghetto Heisman'
In the name of the streets
Swangin' through a hood near you
In the name of the streets
3.The One
W.C. And The Maad Circle
Sing it, for the niggaz with the bumps, bump, c'mon, ba, bump
Comin' through the alley with a trunk full of funk
Nigga who is you？ Who me？ Oh, I be that nigga from back in the
days
Once again up in ya, ain't a damn thing changed
Ah, stage left with the right angle even
We got the MAAD Circle in the house dis evenin'
Get down, and ya don't quit
Yeah, yeah, that's it damn nigga, rock this shit, rock it
Aight, check one, one, peep the blizzo
My trademark, chanky as fuck, with the slow funky tempo
(What？)
Bumpin', straight bumpin', neck thumpin'
Stick out your tongue motherfuckers I'm comin'
Hardcore's the way that I swing yo
Back in eighty-eight, I used to flow for the crew Low Pro
A seven year vet still strong as malt liquor
So mirror, mirror who's the motherfuckin' nigga？
'Cause I'm the motherfuckin' nigga
Now when I look in the mirror, what do I see？
Besides a shady-ass nigga slash rapper one of the first to stab
ya
Up, up and away think quick oh now, images start to click
I see your reflection, description young male holdin' his
dillznick
Chest out like Popeye, deadly as Magic Johnson
Droppin' my third album, back for more like Charles Bronson
Rhymes, hey, hey, I got a million of 'em
(What？)
Takin' this so called gangster rap to another level
The capital W to the motherfuckers C me in a beanie
All star so clean, saggin' with my Turkish earring
Down with the mad ass zoo, I thought you knew
I bring flavor to the picture, the motherfuckin' nigga
'Cause I'm the motherfuckin' nigga, horns
Bring the beat back, bring that beat back, yeah
Like that so I can fuck it up and treat it as if it was a four
track
Locked down for years now releasin' myself
Lettin' my testicles swing from right left, left right then back
to the left
It's that quickster, mad hister, nigga looka
Beast known to make you give your motherfuckin' hood up
Cooler than a chollo, getting my stroll on
Goin' solo, fuck all you niggaz should be my logo
Bitches wasn't down now wanna be on my team
'Cause I'm kickin' raps tighter than Leroy on Fame jeans
But they gets nathin' but dug out like a booger
'Cause like Abdullah on car wash, I'm hip to the game of hookers
Put the, put, put the needle back in time
And I can still remember when niggaz wouldn't let me rhyme
Beat it Cleotus, I used to hear it from record labels
No doubt, deep down knowin' I take all they artists out
But check me out now nigga, you can't stop the reign
Here to reclaim the fame
It's the four fingers up, two twisted in the middle
So who's the nigga, mirror, mirror solve the riddle
'Cause I'm the motherfuckin' nigga
Fuck that, I'm the one, shit, horns
Am I the flyest nigga？ Let it ride
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