Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Dub Sack lyrics
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Dub Sack lyrics]
Yeah! Blaze ya dead homie MEC!
Ten years in the making, know about it
Bitch!
Dubsack, I got your back!
Hand you that for the Andy Jack
Parked on Mack in a purple lac
Trying to fatten up my stack
Lookin for the twin twin twin
Check the purple mac with
The switches hand damn
From the back ben quarters B ten
Auto mac cause I got a couple twelves
To trade it for a sack
I got big way, and cut it straight up on
48 sacks and they all fat dubs
Do the math cause making hand over fist
Paying six for a pound of
That bubba kush shit
Made them other hoes quit when
I sealed up the block
6 shotgun shells and only 2 shots
Now it's my spot, my place to shine
My street, my curb make money on a dime
Sup, you need a dime and I'm right on top
Got me some nickelbacks for the
Bitches at the stop sign
Just a little sample
Only for the ample women
Got a jackson and a dubsack you gettin'
I take coin star notes to bottle return slips
Phone cards, 360 points, I'm even with
I once took a headshot from this rap bitch
And the drought is raining over here
I got your fix
Paint your ass what it is it's
The newest in the biz
By now they know mosquito I
Ain't fucking with no meds
Only fuck with whole grain at
The heaviest of strain
A dubsack a day, it'll take away your pain
Take the pressure off your brain
Take the worry out your mind
Load a dubsack in a blunt, and get high
Inhale the smoke and choke
You feelin' good right?
Everything's a party when the dub's inside
1 for the nickel 2 for the dime
20 for the dub of that bubba kind
150 for the quarter, 3 for the half
6 for the O with the pink giraffe
All my lettes' and los' everybody knows
That I'm out selling dubsacks after the shows
In the purple caddy out the back window
15 for my fam, 20 for you other hoes
You know this shit is actual
When a half on a digiscale
2 grams of bud and a half
Of gram of baggies sale
No stems or seeds, that shit has been gone
Only keep the high gray
So you can get your smoke on
Your homies get their coke on
Rips from the glass
Where burn the whole shack puts
The smoke in the air
Dubsacks I got em, best trees I got em
Once you got a dub you
Can never live without em
15 for the juggalos 15 for the juggalos
15 for the juggalos
And 20 for you other hoes
Ten years in the making, know about it
Bitch!
Dubsack, I got your back!
Hand you that for the Andy Jack
Parked on Mack in a purple lac
Trying to fatten up my stack
Lookin for the twin twin twin
Check the purple mac with
The switches hand damn
From the back ben quarters B ten
Auto mac cause I got a couple twelves
To trade it for a sack
I got big way, and cut it straight up on
48 sacks and they all fat dubs
Do the math cause making hand over fist
Paying six for a pound of
That bubba kush shit
Made them other hoes quit when
I sealed up the block
6 shotgun shells and only 2 shots
Now it's my spot, my place to shine
My street, my curb make money on a dime
Sup, you need a dime and I'm right on top
Got me some nickelbacks for the
Bitches at the stop sign
Just a little sample
Only for the ample women
Got a jackson and a dubsack you gettin'
I take coin star notes to bottle return slips
Phone cards, 360 points, I'm even with
I once took a headshot from this rap bitch
And the drought is raining over here
I got your fix
Paint your ass what it is it's
The newest in the biz
By now they know mosquito I
Ain't fucking with no meds
Only fuck with whole grain at
The heaviest of strain
A dubsack a day, it'll take away your pain
Take the pressure off your brain
Take the worry out your mind
Load a dubsack in a blunt, and get high
Inhale the smoke and choke
You feelin' good right?
Everything's a party when the dub's inside
1 for the nickel 2 for the dime
20 for the dub of that bubba kind
150 for the quarter, 3 for the half
6 for the O with the pink giraffe
All my lettes' and los' everybody knows
That I'm out selling dubsacks after the shows
In the purple caddy out the back window
15 for my fam, 20 for you other hoes
You know this shit is actual
When a half on a digiscale
2 grams of bud and a half
Of gram of baggies sale
No stems or seeds, that shit has been gone
Only keep the high gray
So you can get your smoke on
Your homies get their coke on
Rips from the glass
Where burn the whole shack puts
The smoke in the air
Dubsacks I got em, best trees I got em
Once you got a dub you
Can never live without em
15 for the juggalos 15 for the juggalos
15 for the juggalos
And 20 for you other hoes