That's What I'm Talking About

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

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 shit nigga, yeah that's what I'm talking about

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

Nigga 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

Motherfuckers wasn't respecting me

But I'm all up in your chest with heat

Giving you sideline bitter niggas vasectomies

Till I rest in peace, hustle the recipe

Your nigga's a bitch, baby you need to sit next to me

Dub cuda the bandana dangler

O.t. Countin' dirty money with the hanky up

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 shit nigga, yeah that's what I'm talking about

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 niggas who don't wear tight jeans up they ass needs me

Went independent last cd. Still sold a shitload 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 niggas 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

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 shit nigga, yeah that's what I'm talking about

Now who that nigga quick to shoot it

Cap the truest

The closest to the streets to do it... Me

The d fisher in this rap shit 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 nigga 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 niggas is temporary, facebook gangstas

I put faces on obituaries nigga

Dub cuda the bandana dangler

O.t. Countin' dirty money with the hanky up

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 shit nigga, yeah that's what I'm talking about