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WC lyrics : "That's What I'm Talkin 'Bout"

[Intro]
They call me Dub Cuda was the last name
Money in my lap doing a buck in the fast lane

The passion of a hustler I got it
And if it ain't about the money I don't wanna talk about it
The passion of a hustler I got it

And if it ain't about the money I don't wanna talk about it

[Hook]

Now lemme see your fingers in the sky
And if you like money keep em' up high
Stand up put your hands up show me what you all about

Real %#@! ^!$$%, yeah that's what I'm talking about

[Verse 1]

Gettin' it in and outha the concrete boots
In a coupe a hundred ten blowing like a flute
Fresh off of lock down straight out the chute

^!$$% down for whatever still about the loot
The property of poverty the looters of youth
Now it's denim on they leather while removing the roof

The hog on the hog with the D's on the Deuce
And you can blame it on the alcohol the weed and the juice look
Lower my weaponry, starter cap to the left of me

You know when I rep a "C" Dub S to the death of me
Mother$#&@ers wasn't respecting me
But I'm all up in your chest with heat

Giving you sideline bitter ^!$$%s vasectomies
Till I rest in peace, hustle the recipe
Your ^!$$%'s a (*##$, baby you need to sit next to me

Dub Cuda the bandana dangler
O.T. countin' dirty money with the hanky up


[Hook X2]
Now lemme see your fingers in the sky
And if you like money keep em' up high

Stand up put your hands up show me what you all about
Real %#@! ^!$$%, yeah that's what I'm talking about


[Verse 2]
Dub got shaked, they get us off you.?
Comin again please, gimme something to walk too

I can't leave see
For all of my ^!$$%s who don't wear tight jeans up they $$# needs me
Went independent last CD. Still sold a %#@!load of records no radio or TV

And I'm sticking to the program
Chucks on the concrete while the Cadillac door slams
The "W" was my star symbol

My jams make ^!$$%s get down, Like barrels outha car windows
I'm a nut for Cheese and Chuck T's
Addicted to big butt cheeks and weaves

Not a pop artist but I'll pop ?they heezee?
A branch of the same tree as Pac and Eazy
Bumpin Jam Master Jay & Biggie

Iron on the stove shakin up the starch can sprayin my Dickies

[Hook X2]

Now lemme see your fingers in the sky
And if you like money keep em' up high
Stand up put your hands up show me what you all about

Real %#@! ^!$$%, yeah that's what I'm talking about

[Verse 3]

Now who that ^!$$% quick to shoot it
Cap the truest
The closest to the streets to do it... Me

The D Fisher in this rap %#@! I'm a vet
?And a blue fo' five tied around the neezeck.?
Your future daddy I might be

You ain't never been with a ^!$$% like me
Baby slide me you number I'll call you later this weekend
I can't talk now I'm on my way to rob the weed man

Loved by a few hated by majority
I'm the reason these rappers keep security
I go hard kick gears and jump cars

Chuckin up the hood three wheelin in your front yard
You ^!$$%s is temporary, Facebook gangstas
I put faces on obituaries ^!$$%
Dub Cuda the bandana dangler
O.T. countin' dirty money with the hanky up


[Hook X2]
Now lemme see your fingers in the sky
And if you like money keep em' up high
Stand up put your hands up show me what you all about

Real %#@! ^!$$%, yeah that's what I'm talking about

[Outro]

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