Mistah F.A.B. - Bubble lyrics

Verse 1: Yo oakland where im at If you searchin for fab If u hatin Ill have somebody hurt you real bad You keep on playin? And Imma have to lerk through ur pad And if we cant get you We sendin word to ur dad I know dats to bad Ur lil feelings are hurt and they sad To find out ur main girl was t**n with fab And ur baby mama left my tip hurt from my brain So I let twin sista just s** on my chain Aint my fault You cowards still stuck in this game Broke wit no chips Dont got no luck in this game Gotta spend the rest of ur life Stuck in this game Why im ridin round cuttin up the bump in the Range Ive been gettin hate all my life Nuthin has changed Except for now Im steady ice stuffin these chains Had to stop puffin the jane Start coppin them thangs Dont get mad See me with dub on a range Hook: Cause I pull up causin trobule In that lexus bubble And whatever ur cost Man my chain cost double Gettin cheese Bakin bread With a reckless hustle Stay away from them police Cause they want me to struggle Pull up on dubs Gettin muggs from all of yo people Wanna leave me open up From the slug from that eagle But im 5 g's gettin gone on u cuzzin Lovley and im steady shinin crome on u cuzzin Verse 2: Im from the pole Real cold Icy weather whatever Thats why im use to rockin these Iceberg sweaters Nikes and kenneths what we sport Lookin saucy as lito n nigloos what we call our closest people Mistah F.A.B is what Im called Dont get it confused Cause ull be The next person That be big on the news And I like I said before Ur chick could get hit if I choose And ur wig will get split If u actin a fool Mackin is cool Man just get my scratch and my loot Scrappin will do If yall dont think my rappin is true Send some bosses with some gats Come afta ya crew Pay a hop head Like a k-nine A captrue ur dudes Im from the same town Where they shot the Mack on the stoop Oakland california Yeah man we back in this bootch What chall thought? I was gone stop stackin my loot? Yeah right, Im still steady mackin these fools Hook Verse 3: Hit the Raiders game With my Jerry Rice on dawg On the side line With my dairy ice on yall Do a song at half time In a skybox tele Callin shots Got Al davis On my celli fo mistah F.A.B Man I dont think ya'll ready Stright hits R&B Hot as the seringetti Just give me the lobsta You can keep the steak and spaggetti I mess with mobstas That will take all yo fetti Boo Whatchu lookin at Im fab not betty On the street Spittin heat Like my name was eddie Like a marksman Yeah man my aim is steady On the hoop court Yeah my game deadly Leave u sayin “uh-oh” Like ur name was Nelly Got a platinum chian dawg That hang to my belly Whatchu want Whatchu get Whatchu claim to need? And when I blow Im puttin out my cuzzos bleed Hook