Fabolous - Up On Things lyrics

Album: Streets Dreams (2003)

Uh.. Yea..
Walk with me west coast
Yea.. Uh..
It is the coast to coast g on the check in
Yea.. Uh.. Ride.. Ride.. Ride.. Uh..

If you aint up on things
Fabolous is the name, street fam is the game
Screamin 718 while them hammers bang
Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca
Kick game like I know a little bit of socca
Spic, dames, ass & a little bit of knockas
Give them nick names & a little bit of vodka
Then I am game change.. (A very freaky girl)
You know who got the gold like the kid from "The Last Dragon"
You know who got the low on the spokes & the ass saggin´
You know who got the gold that´ll have your ass gaggin´
You know who got the boat that´ll have the task naggin´
But I f*ck bitches, & get money
My truck switches like.. errrrr
You got to duck bitches when you get twenties
And plug switches that make you sit funny
I am a rider..

If you aint up on things
Don´t come close to me
Unless you ride like you supposed to be
If you aint up on things
Don´t come close to me
Unless you pimpin´ like you supposed to be
If you aint up on things
Don´t come close to me
Unless you banging like you supposed to be
If you aint up on things
Don´t come close to me
Unless you gangster like you supposed to be

Come on.. you know its g´s up C.O.´s down
If I freeze up its kilos now
Pick trees up its 3-4 pounds
Fill the bees up ‘til these bro´s drown
I snatch a few g´s up & flea those towns
Busta´s freeze up when my v slow down
I ease up with these 4 pounds
Squeeze up to 3-4 rounds
I pick these up its G code now
Ya´ll better call the D´s up before I reload now
I am The Boss smth like Springsteen
I got smth that bring green
That look smth like string beans
I make sure the hustlers keep smth to sling the fiends
White, yellow, & a little smth that bling green
We gonna blast if we going I been doing
this since Jabbar was hooking off the glass in the forum (ghetto)
Your grandparents has to assume
cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem (oh boy)

If you aint up on things
Don´t come close to me
Unless you ride like you supposed to be
If you aint up on things
Don´t come close to me
Unless you pimpin´ like you supposed to be

So my niggas (niggas)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherf*cking hand in the air (in the air)
And if you up on things & you do not give a f*ck
Let me hear y´all niggas scream oh yea (oh yea)
And all my bitches (bitches)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherf*cking hand in the air (in the air)
And if you up on things & you do not give a f*ck
Let me hear y´all bitches scream oh yea (oh yea)

It is the kid with the D. O. double G.
After blowing 3-4 dubs of trees
My eyes are below double g´s
After sipping pinoo bubbly skeeoo rubbing me
We will probably go below publically
I am a coast to coast G I keep the toast to mostly
For those who pose to closely (backup)
Keep a piece in the vest that is how we ride
From the north to the south to the east to the west

So my niggas (niggas)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherf*cking hand in the air (in the air)
And if you up on things & you do not give a f*ck
Let me hear y´all niggas scream oh yea (oh yea)
And all my bitches (bitches)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherf*cking hands in the air (in the air)
And if you up on things & you do not give a f*ck
Let me hear y´all bitches scream oh yea (oh yea)

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