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Genre/Lang. : Hip-Hop (2012)

Yeah! Blaze ya dead homie MEC! Ten years in the about it, bi**h!

Dubsack, I got your back!
Hand you that for the Andy Jack.
Parked on mac in a purple lac, trying to fatten up my stacks.

[:: VERSE 1 ::]
Check the purple mac with the switches ????
From the back ben ??????
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 shi*,
made them other hoes quit when I sealed up the box
6 shotgun shells and only 2 shots,
now it's my spot, my place to shine,
my street, my curve, make money on the grind,
Sup, you need a dime and I'm right on top,
got me some nickelbacks for the bit**es at the stop sign,
just a little sample, only for the ample women,
got a ????? and a dubsack you gettin'!


[:: VERSE 2 ::]
I take coin star notes or bottle return slips,
phone cards, 360 points, ?????.
I'm once tokk a head shot from this rap bi**h,
and the drought is raining over here, I got your fix.
Paint your a** what it is it's the newest in the biz,
By now they now my ???? I ain't f**king with no meds.
Only f**k 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, choke, you feelin' good right?
Everything's a party when the dub's in sight!

1 for the nickel,
2 for the dime,
20 for the dub of that bubba kind,
1.50 for the quarter, 3 for the half,
6 for the O with the pink giraffe

[:: VERSE 3 ::]
All my lets and lows, 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 sh*t is ????
when a half on a digiscale
2 grams of bud and a half of gram of baggiesale
No stems or seed, that sh*t has been gone
only keep the high gray, so you can get your smoke on,
your homies get their toke 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.



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