Dubee - The Word lyrics

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Dubee - The Word lyrics

[Intro: DJ Rell] Wa**up, Mac Dre? I smoke indo Yeah, all my folks, what's happening? Crestside, Crestside love Yeah, we off the heezy Sugawolf, put it up in 'em Cause we off the heezy Can you feel me? [Intro: Dubee] Yeah, though Sugawolf Peezy One more time, on the motherf**ing mic Sugawolf Peezy represent Crestside From the Mark Street, yeah you know One more teezy Chevy striker, dank igniter, all that sh**, you know? For my folks and sh**, representing Sugawolf Peezy, off the heezy, you know? They call it easy [Verse 1] They call me Sugawolf Peezy, off the heezy Spit the gift for some screezy That's for sheezy Hustling, puffing up on the weezy, yes indeezy Baby boy that's on the reezy You best believe me I break it down, speaking on major sh** for sure Hustlers, hogs and soldiers, feel me though I be serving, speaking the gift of gab, working nerves and Ain't no pimp-a-trating, playa hating, yet you heard it So I serve it, for your info Toking and choking up on them Backwoods, full of indo Let me split (split,) mob on a b**h That's fasho (sho,) in a fo' do' And so, now the info is, off the indo spliff It's me, Sugawolf Peezy, ready to bump a b**h Something crucial, as usual, I bogard With the pimping gifted flows known for pulling hoe cards It's your boy, I bring the noise Ain't no sequel, or equal, I destroy When I serve, I show no love for you herbs Speaking up on that game baby boy, thought you heard [Chorus 2x] I heard the word around the town is (Crestside playas like me we be houndin') For real (for real,) stuck on major scrill Fasho (Crestsider!) Act like you know [Verse 2] Now I be the G known for working s**as nerves Off the heezy, indeezy, running up over curbs Riding buckets, thinking f** it, perm banging b**h It's me, Sugawolf, speaking pimp sh** I be hogging indeed, f**ing 'em up fasho Representing five trey five, got my folks in the do' Country Club, Crestsiders, Chevy riders Flip the script for major scrill, putting lead inside of The fake and faulty pimps be hatin' Speaking up on my name because they going through frustration But I be keen, sipping on heem, choking on reefer On the spot, packing chops, and millimeters Do you feel? I f** with dogs they play dirty Pop in the clip and get to spitting thirty I bet they hurt him, thought you heard That them god damn curves gone leak Every time they f** with me, so we Strap that shrapnel, hollow hollow thangs Striking that Chevy through your ghetto It ain't no thang, baby boy We bring the noise, like Gotti boys So you best to check your pimping 'fore I seek and destroy [Chorus 3x] [Outro] f**ing 'em up, yeah I represent my folks f**ing 'em up like that there, though It's your boy I destroy s**er emcees You know they can't get with me I come through on that uh, Thug Pa**ion Hit the set like, whippin' dippin' and dashin' See my folks, yeah you know It's how we do though, fo' sho' Throwing up my three Cs like a big old G You know, Crest vet, they can't f** with me So you know you better get a personal package, we at that And you know we got them shrapnels and fat gats Yeah, though, Country Club, though You better ask somebody We hot as one fifty one Bacardi You tramp b**h Yeah, we serving 'em, something like that, though Sugawolf Peezy off the heez, b**h