: Dub-i-dub-i-dub-i-dub-dub-dub Dub-i-dub-i-dub-i-yeah-yeah Dub-i-dub-i-dub-i-dub-dub-dub I don't need your love Dub-i-dub-i-dub-i-dub-dub-dub Dub-i-dub
no need to bump so tightly. That night we all hanging at the club. You tell mr. d.j. wanna rub a dub. When I don't look you a chance to ask my man to come and dance. [Bridge:] What me and
Hennessy and coke so got me actin' a fool I'm on a 1-10, baby take a trip with me I get you to the gus and you can strip for me [Chorus] [Verse 5
, shake it off do what u want pump it in the club get a little bit a rub-a-dub I know u love me cause I'm funky cause I just wanna show u some love chicken
Fabolous] And why would I, and why should I when I seen a lady tonight, with my good eye that I would try and make my..(baby..baby) I was up in the club putting my
know Ghetto from New York, call em the Fresh Prince And throw rose petals when I walk They love how I came back hard like good blow And I'm still a heart
song, rub a dub a dub dub, rub a dub a dub a dub Aladdin, no kidding boy I need a rub, rub a dub a dubdub, rub a dub a dub a dub Me and my speakers speakin
my sky Girl u stole my heart and I cant even lie I appreciate u for changing my world N I promise dat I be wit u forever n ever And I know dat ur mumma
they senile I pray I stay up out the grave and the penile Meanwhile I'm convertible coastin' I ain't play no more I converted to coachin' And I rarely
and tell Red lobster every day, shrimp heads and tails And bad bitches give me head and tell And bad bitches give me head and tell See I'm ahead but you
o fact I don't need em I just rock my diesels Speakin on the beats I can beat it till it's bleedin Hes I'll he kickin seaf... let me tell you who I'm
like my name was Osama Picture my Cheve riding low, boys watching me like the FEDs They'd rather see me dead, instead of watching me get my bread Some of my
] I never been a thug, till I graduated to one And never shot a slug, till I got my hands on a gun These niggas be fraud and fake, and ain't never been
I never been a thug, till I graduated to one And never shot a slug, till I got my hands on a gun These niggas be fraud and fake, and ain't never been
on choppas I'm screened up tinted mayn, watch me slide fo' lanes And I'ma swing and swang, and let the back end hang And I still like a tame, young playas
I don't make it, I wanna tell my people I love em Wish I could jump up out my casket, and hug em Just in case I don't make it, I hope they keep on jamming
up my weed And I don't tell my hoes bye, I fuck 'em get up and leave And when I pass by the laws, I gotta switch up my speed Cause my spider on the highway
tell your devil beware I am not the son of your family affair Baby breaks away and I've got my face in my hand Genetics from my gun, trust me I don