Lyrics:
it up...
Then you bring that together
(What's that?!)
That's a DUBYA
That's a DUBYA
That's a DUBYA
That's a DUBYA
That's a DUBYA
That's a DUBYA
That's
(Count them racks Zest)
Dubyas only baby
Ice Water what they call me
Yes, I am cold man
Porter T. Abominable Snowman
All about my green. Everything
in a heap o' trouble son
Now just look what you've done!
Saw you on TV with yo' gun
Mercy sakes, I can't do a thing with you
Told ya Dubya's gonna get
Kudi to pahada di te main b haan pahada da
Dil milya te sath nibhahi
O teriya socha te khyala bitch dubya
O teriya socha te khyala bitch dubya
Hun
Bout to go in like a coin in a fountain
Swag is larger than mountains
Money I count it
The dubyas pillin' up & you know we still countin'
Dubyas over
Dubya-dubya-dubya-dot, fuckallayall dot com
Run up if you want to nigga
Losing the way that I lose
I get gray hair
Take a bruisin the way I been
for the mountain of big guns
Death count, it's got you all surrounded now
Dubya-dubya-dubya, dot-six-six-six dot net
Fuck ya, fuck ya, fuck ya
Lots
say nawh
Melvin Young is not credible after all
Fuck Big Shitty
Dubya dubya dubya dot
Fuck Denso dot Work
Shiest Jeeeeezus
Shiest Fuckin Jesus
Shiest
yo slut, yeah that's yo slut (Hahaha)
Ooo that's tough, Ooo that's tough
All these lames yeah they suck but Dubya up
Dubya up (up)
Smoking way to much,
her Bush like Dubya
Tryin' to get up in her Bush like Dubya
So write me back, let me know
How I'm supposed to hit it when I got no dough
How I'm
Herbie's finally unloaded as they get him out the hearse
We should be celebrating, but somehow the country's worse
Dubya took the spotlight to remind
dubyas only
All we know is win & that's fasho
You already know
Don't test my squad
You see these hands man we can throw them hoes
I throw them bows
Man you
to the bank, straight cash homie
Never took a loss cause you know its dubyas only (dubyas only baby)
That boy stealing swag, man that boy is a phony
Man I'm
right!
We're getting freeky tonight
Let's have some fun while tony's stateside
It's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright
See tony dancing with dubya
on his back
It's a hustle called capitalism
Got my niggas in prison, all stuck in the system yeah
Recognize who's a hustler, George Dubya
He's the one
my niggaz in prison, all stuck in the system, yeah
Recognize who's a hustler, George Dubya
He's the one that's sittin' back, fuckin' ya
With a big
you covered like Magnum XL rubber
Easy does ya, but we never love her
Ya down for the get down girls, go work at Dubya's.. ohhhh!
[Chinky]
Give me
medicated, cotton-ass nigga
You're out of line I told you once befo' it's dubya dot
Bust a head dot com, on mine, hit the flo'
And don't come back no mo' no
declare war on the war against drugs
Rape and Slaughter of the innocent
War on big brother
Warmongers and profiteers
War on your dogma Dubya
declare war on the war against drugs
Rape and Slaughter of the innocent
War on big brother
Warmongers and profiteers
War on your dogma dubya
like ice up on your face
Yo take a left
Up the volume on my track
Peep my treble clef
Sk dubya coming back
In a blacked out Benz
Man why you getting
Bring WrestleMania into the oval, both figuratively and with Linda McMahon
Dub-Dubya-E ain't no small biz but five million bucks is a bird in the hand
more oil
Trapped inside this stalemate hell
Ain't no Dubya hold this L
I'm a paranoid fuck
I got no one to trust
I got no one to trust
All these white
chillen
I'll probably see them on Thanksgiving or something
Oh well, Stevie Dubya
Holla
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