Up On Things [Featuring Snoop Dogg] - Fabolous, Snoop Dogg

Uh.

Yeah.

Walk with me west coast

Yeah.

Uh.

It’s the coast to coast «g» on the check in

Yeah.

Uh.

Ride.

Ride.

Ride.

Uh.

If you ain’t 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 soccer

Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockers

Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka

Then I’m 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 and 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 fuck bitches, and 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’m a rider.

If you ain’t up on things

Don’t come close to me

Unless you ride like you supposed to be

If you ain’t up on things

Don’t come close to me

Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be

If you ain’t up on things

Don’t come close to me

Unless you banging like you supposed to be

If you ain’t up on things

Don’t come close to me

Unless you gangster like you supposed to be

C’mon.

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 and 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’m «The Boss» something like Springsteen

I got something that bring green

That look something like string beans

I make sure the hustlers keep something to sling the fiends

White, yellow, and a little something that bling green

We going to 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 ain’t up on things

Don’t come close to me

Unless you ride like you supposed to be

If you ain’t 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 motherfucking hand in the air (in the air)

And if you up on things and you don’t give a fuck

Let me hear y’all niggas scream oh yeah (oh yeah)

And all my bitches (bitches)

They get money (money)

Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air)

And if you up on things and you don’t give a fuck

Let me hear y’all bitches scream oh yeah (oh yeah)

It’s the kid with the D. O. double G

After blowing 3−4 dubs of trees

My eyes are below double g’s

After sipping pin-o bubbly skee-o rubbing me

We’ll probably go below publically

I’m 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’s 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 motherfucking hand in the air (in the air)

And if you up on things and you don’t give a fuck

Let me hear y’all niggas scream oh yeah (oh yeah)

And all my bitches (bitches)

They get money (money)

Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air)

And if you up on things and you don’t give a fuck

Let me hear y’all bitches scream oh yeah (oh yeah)

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