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[W.C.]
Uh, riir, niir!
once again, it's Dub C: the shadiest
Introducing ya'll to the newest members of my
Young Shane, wit Hogs, Dre'sta the Gangsta
and we are: Bandana Swangin' (Yo, Toones!)
Can you feel this realness? can save ya
From the school full of big tails, and Ben Davis
The one and only witta chrome
For those who don't me: Bandana Swangin' Parole
Dub capital 3rd letter
Down for whatever, whenever takin' the berettas to for cheddar
Forever bailin' in my overalls and (?)
jaws
Dre'sta the Gangsta, Dub C and the Young
Shane]
It's the young Desperado! My is to bang foe the hood,
bring the foe the hood, 'cause it's all tooted good
On the reala, a young killa, a young thrilla,
the enemy goes for (?) scrilla
To whom it may fool, I need a "Burn" like Militia
All ridas creepin' about to
It's the same, loc, don't get it twisted when I bail
One Swangin' wit bottles on both sides

Survival of the fittest and we wit
Who witness? All my rides wit hustle handle their business (?)
Survival of the and we wit this
Who wanna witness? All my ladies wit hustle handle their (?)
Survival of the fittest and we wit
Who wanna witness? Real rides, be wise and handle your
Survival of the fittest and we wit
Who wanna witness? Bandana Swangin' [be bangin' and bringin' their

Mic check, 1, 2, what you bustas do or gon' do?
Now that rides are upon you. I warned you and alarmed you!
The bandanas be swangin' when we swarm through, was born to!
[Cap to make the minds of all (?)]
Make these and the thugs in the club dance.
Dre'sta the Gangsta makin' you bang your head and
from the West to East, Midwest and Dirty South!
Dub C, my niir,
Young born to thug wit me and Muggs
and Green Bug California Love, homie (?) only,
women me, never phony, get it lonely, you can ride upon me
fictive (?) be the loc'est
whack claiming' dat they're the dopest
hopeless brothers be the brokest
Saddest song dat you heard
some light on all you bustas like the Ghetto bird!
And (?)

[W.C.]
Ugh! Ah, Good Evening! Do not attempt to your radio!
Ain't nuttin' wrong, we have taken to bring you the special show:
Swangin'! Who me? Huh, I'm known as Dub C alias the shadiest one.
Ey, Dre'sta, you got?

I got a foe every mug dat wanna look at me evil
And got a foe all fake thugs and scandalous people.
If you test Dre it's suicide. Lyrical by
Makin' sure you die. Only ya bye-bye (?)
And the moves (?) of the 5-0 got rappers
And us like revival since my arrival.
And roll wit hogs dat get it's on, raw and ball till we
And revolve all to (??)
[W.C.]
From the of the scandalous, sho dogs and locs
I represent the chronic (?) and of gun smoke.
For this box Regal to Martinis (?) on a do low
3 time felons, double eye for [strinkin' pulo (?)], you
The shadiest, shadiest 'em all but call
Dub C the Ghetto manifesto, still tall
Bandana Swangin' till the wheels off
And all my momma bear the realest niirs to ever lay
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