Surely, surely you were meant to be mine Surely you were meant to be mine Surely you were meant to be mine Surely you were meant to be mine Surely, surely
llello Double up nigga what you need? We got weed to get P.O.Ded Fiend for the green leaves Give it up it's the foe sure you better lay low Cause the
days. All of my favorite girls miss drake these days. Please don't take offense to my ways. Cause I need drug money Who got drug money I am talkin "white phantom sittin on dub
Hayra (Hey what's up, homey) Well whats the haps for the night (Well, there's a party goin on and when we ll be sure show to rock the mic) (Women& ???, be sure
U.P.T. It's chicken hawk, Whoo-Bangin out tha Dub-S-C [Hook] (Mikkey) Now introducin Mikkey, you could find me crusin tha city Black X-5, wit four dymes
got game for sure And when I win I spit game to whores (yep) Or double it back, I'll double the stacks Throw a dub, a big face or double the stack (boy
in the ATL Where the pimps and the players dwell I made a tape did shows and got EX-PO-SURE And kept learning as my black ass got OLDER No matter what
motorcycle You wanna shine bitch? Let me simonize you I make sure your vision blur, till you don't know what occurred Until I black out every nerver
blacker than your dreadlocks And if you didn't know, I got the chronic, too I smoke the shit down to the residue I fell off, but now I'm back Cause that 'Black
the back, just incase I gotta tore them I cause I sure give it up, let me catch them with that wheels stuck jumpin' out soundin' like Dub, yeah nigga
then I can understand the you Lay beside me, under wicked sky Through black of day, dark of night, we share this paralize The door cracks open but there's no sun shining through Black
my stamps Watch and make sure no one snatches my check", nigga That's the mailman sort through the mail and put it up in a me pocket So I be hittin' the 99 to get me a dub
cause I can't live off happiness Once a brother said I can't work for the white kind Standing on the corner in a soup line Said he's too black, too strong
Funk is addictive, but not like crack black I'm hip to the old shit, the shit that still hit The Louisiana chicken and homemade biscuits is makin my feet move, it sure
chrome, no don't pick up the chrome When she picked up the phone the back of her brains blown No screams, no moans Not a mortician, make sure your head
has none Gloomy and sorry when I come clean Yo officer, what does this mean? My system is loud and I draw a crowd Not only King, I'm black and I'm proud
there, right by the black gate, And it's the fire provider til' I get back to mac, Dub sack after the dub sack, my lungs is turnin' black, Gettin' it
PMD, still makin' dollars Rap's outta control, yo, yo I be pulsatin' dominatin', up above Run-D.M.C. style, stop and show love E-Dub, I can't fall off
