Yeah! Aight Bigg Dogg
It's 'bout that time
You got a cup or bottle or blunt in your hand
Follow directions please
Let's, go!
Put 'em on up, and turn them thangs upside down
Said put 'em on up, and turn them thangs upside down
Put 'em on up, and turn them thangs upside down
(What?) Upside down (what?) Upside down
Mm, the Boss in the buildin'
Try to turn it on you get offed in this buildin'
Higher than a muh, gettin' lost in the feelin'
Motherf** the law, I got a ball for the chil'ren
n***a, drunk than a b**h though
'Fore I hit the spot I had a bottle full of Cisco
Ate the kush and a model in a trench coat
A Crip with a lot of cash, check on how the wrist roll
Baby saw it in my eyes and she knew that I was lookin at her
Ain't a chance to get her, I can M-I crooked letter
If she with a n***a I'ma steal her, yeah a crook'll have her
Throwin' up the E once the D get to cookin' in her (Eastside!)
Yeah, so what's it gon' be?
Golden black Joe Clark, H.N.I.C.
Regulatin' on any hatin' I see
Some'n good in your hands then repeat after me
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Put 'em on up, and turn them thangs upside down
Said put 'em on up, and turn them thangs upside down
Put 'em on up, and turn them thangs upside down
(What?) Upside down (what?) Upside down
Put 'em on up, and turn them thangs upside down
f** it up! And turn them thangs upside down
f** it up! And turn them thangs upside down
f** it up! Upside down, f** it up!
Upside down
f** it up!
Yea, yea
Damn fool, you could see it in my face though
I'm sh**tin', I'm sh**tin' what I ate hoe
f** that, I'm drinkin' 'til I throw up
Turn like a mug, c'mon whole hood showed up
Bang to the boogie, keep a thang in my Dungarees
Bailin' through the Eastside, feelin' like a younger G
Eatin' like a muh, but I'm so so hun-g-ry
I dare one of these young dumb f**s to try and f** with me
f**a, I'm back to the party
Marley, Bacardi, shawty, gnarly
Becky, and Vicky, beggin' me to give me hickeys
Through my Dickies
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Lil' mama tryin' to show the Dogg her G-string
While she sang ain't "Nuthin' But a 'G' Thang"
A n***a throwin' signs tryin' to let me know that he bang
Like I give a motherf** what he claim
Ay, your n***a better chill doggy
'Fore I treat him like a old b**h and menopause him
I'll stop your a** right there
I swear had homies on your head like hair
Homie I ain't thinkin, I'm too busy drinkin'
Plumber of the month, mami show me where your sink is
So I can get to uncloggin'
I hope that lil' cat ready for this Bigg Dogg and woof!
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Pause, pause, pause
Look, I'm just a young n***a in the biz with mo' enemies than friends
Get no money goin out, but I got it comin' in
And nah, I ain't a G but every day that's what I spend
I get paid to drop a verse, for 16 I need ten
End.. all the speculation
Them pre-conceived notions got me over-compensatin'
And for you slow n***as that mean not been concentratin'
I'm sh**tin' on these records while you rappers constipated
Uh, it's get money, f** haters
Me and hip-hop is like Chucks and blue laces
Me and Snoop Dogg is Sir Charles and King David
With Problem we all ballin' like the '09 Lakers
Yeah, it's Terrance Martin on the track
And I'm that young n***a droppin' crack back-to-back
My album on the way and I ain't worried 'bout the stats
But I could tell you how the streets gon' react
They gon' say
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