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    Fabolous / Lyrics

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    "Up On Things" Lyrics

    Fabolous feat. Snoop Dogg

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    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 socca
    Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas
    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 pinoo bubbly skeeoo 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 hands 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)
    This song was last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Calvin Broadus, Ernesto Shaw, John Jackson, John David Jackson, Ken Ifill.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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