[Intro]
Yo…
Listen up…
This is officially a DMG thing as of right now
If you ain't down with the DMG rebels, get your a** up out the way
Cause it's about to go down!
[Verse 1-Irv Da Phenom]
Yo
Ok I'm a Kansas City rhyming a**
Always out here grinding a**
Keep your girl from [?] a**
Rebel a**, boy
You's a 42 faking a**
s**er, player, hating a**
Lil' Debbie baking a**
Stankin' a**, boy
Oh you mad
Cause I'm styling on you
When you rapping they be turning down the volume on you
You will never ever ever have a crown above you
Make ‘em realize that there's about a thousand of you
And there's one of me
And I'm gonna be
Comin' in
Wit-with enough game to make your main dame change lanes
Telling me that she want me and she need me to beat it up
Getting freaky ‘til I'm hopping up in them Dungarees
Hold up now
Better recognize who you dealing with
Front like you ain't feeling this
You can drink gorilla piss
Been fronting on me so long that I'm kicking on the door now
You better open up before I have to break the door down
[Hook]
What's up doe? What's up doe?
Better open up or else I'm busting through the front door
What's up doe? What's up doe?
You know I'm the illest homie, what you tryna front for?
What's up doe? What's up doe?
You know you don't want it homie, who you tryna stunt for?
What's up doe? What's up doe?
You ain't come to kick it baby, what you in the car for?
[Verse 2-Irv Da Phenom]
Ok it's a party yo
Time to get retarded yo
Bunch of baby mammas getting topless like its Mardi Gras
Back when I first started, y'all
Wasn't all up on my balls
Now I'm shopping in walmart to cop a pair of larger drawers
Aw man, These s**ers still front
I'm still getting my money, You n***as still bumming
I hit your girly like a deer off in the headlights
Has she kissed you in your mouth after she showed me what the head like?
Uuuhh…
I know it hurts
I used to have no dough at first
But now I'm getting paid to hit the stage and make ‘em go berserk
It's DMG until the d**h of me, my rebels scream it loud
I'm chilling like what up doe
Who think they bad? Bring ‘em out
[Hook]
[Verse 3- Homework Jones]
Welcome to this DMG
Rebel thing, we ain't no gang
We just want that money
Along with it, I guess, come that thing
But we'll still bust your brain
If you talking reckless man
Riding through our city
Wyling out, while we switching lanes
I just want that money, (money)
Y'all just acting dumb, (dummy)
You ain't taking nothing from me
But my squad think you hard
You softer then a push-up bra
You's a broad, acting fraud
Y'all ain't ordinary dog
How'd you know that we's a bus
Hustle then we pay that cost
Even if it was a loss
Lesson learned, tables turned
Now them benzes all we earn
Slick talker, flow smoother then a f**ing west coast spur
These n***as is really tripping like they been smoking, sure
I don't know, (I don't know)
What you think, (what you think)
I think they pussies, (think they pussies)
And they stink, (Damn)
Well there you go, (there you go)
It's a rap, (It's a rap)
I'm hopping out, on the floor
Yelling out what up doe
[Hook]