Kickin' Flav, Pt. 2

Yeah (yeah) Dubside's finest in this mufugga You know what I'm sayin? Junya you know Westside Junya, ya feel me? Aye Through the city I'm maneuvering doing shit just to do it Got em wading through the wave cuz the flow give em is fluid Used to ride inside that Buick station wagon, I ain't bragging Shit was lucid. Even in that Accord they loved me like Lucy Sippin' on Duplin or is it Duplin? I'm outta Dublin. That be city. You don't like it? Nigga, F*ck ya, you can hate, I still love ya My hospitality southern out that dirty Imma give em that country that's why they love me And luckily comin' outta da Dub why they f*ck with me But they don't f*ck with me cuz they know that pistol be tucked on me My 1st album a classic, that's why my listeners is stuck on me Told em I'm out that dirty, they wonder why all this mud on me Link up with my lady, she f*ck on me at the double tree And only when her mouth ain't on me is when I'm sucka free It's lonely at the top and the bottom is where you bustas be Sucka ass niggas man. Peep this shit Same ole shit it's just a different day You ain't stackin' paper then you in the way Shawty love the way a nigga kickin' flava Getting to that money I be getting paid I remember comin up on the west side Dub Papa bear was always fresh, I was too clean as a cub In that Celica, On the south side, they show hella love Ain't no pressure bruh cuz daddy had that glock, don't mess with us I remember I was 12, 12 put my unc in a cell On ya friends you never snitch, if you did they give you hell I did good in class cuz Ma would whoop my ass if I would fail I was mad as shit but that's the shit that kept me outta jail I had snakeskin boots with that polo fit If you ain't up on this, you don't know shit I had rose gold six And whenever papa noticed a problem Know that he solved it rollin' with a loaded revolver These folks be low as shit but they supposed to be bosses Thinkin' you don't notice shit and how they movements be awful Niggas be plottin cuz they know I'm fly as a saucer Pull that Canik off hip they get to running like faucets, damn Same ole shit it's just a different day You ain't stackin' paper then you in the way Shawty love the way a nigga kickin' flava Getting to that money I be getting paid Same ole shit it's just a different day You ain't stackin' paper then you in the way Shawty love the way a nigga kickin' flava Getting to that money I be getting paid Yeah Westside Junya, you feel what I'm saying Comin' straight out that mud, you feel me? Shout out my niggas out there, Shout out my boy Deezy Shout out my boy 93 Sneaky. Shout out my boy Reo You know what I'm sayin? Shout out cuzo 'nem Shout out 41Murkk ya feel me? You know what I'm sayin? Shout out Pulley P, Shout out Baby Vlone Ya feel me? Papi