What you talking bout Said you wouldn't be a fake but you selling out I been moving all this weight I been selling out Take a trip outta space now we getting loud Tell "em say it to my face they don't make a sound I don't ever take a break but lemme break it down Where you at right now Where you at right now Ain't pick up the phone when the opps ran down Got the choir singing that's a opp man down Gang was outside was you stuck in the house Trappin in the rain we don't ever feel a drought What you talking bout? What you talkin bout? You could see the pain in my village man he did em fowl What you talking bout what you talkin bout If you got something say boy you better say it now What you talking bout what you really talkin bout You know I'm with the gang n that's y I'm wylin out If you ain't getting shmoney what tf you talkin bout I ain't gotta ask if you loyal to the team Seeing all this green but nothings what it seems If I ain't chase my dreams I would've never made the team Clocking in time I was never bout the scene Like a shark out of water with a bag amari jeans I'm flying on a jet smoking Za until it make me lean What you talkin bout What ya yellin bout What you really bout Heard you took a lose Can you tell me how? Can you show me why? Why you shouldn't lie? Why you even try? Where the time fly? Are you still getting high Don't ask me why Cause there's no reason to lie If we all just gonna die why not even try

Intro This one will make you go on like a dum dup So don't you blum dup Yes Mr. Stevie wonder I met a boy 'round Ed O'sull He said he wanted me to know That he didn't like suits, He didn't like girls, He didn't like going to school But when he said he didn't like Reggae, I just had to loose my cool I said whatchu talking 'bout? You say you dont like the Reggae beat? Whatchu talking 'bout? You say you dont like the Reggae beat? You must be craaaee, crazy I met a Man who stopped to chat Told me where he was really at He said he didnt like cars, He didnt like planes, He didnt like anything fast But when he said he didnt like Reggae, In his face i had to laugh I said whatchu talking 'bout? You say you dont like the Reggae beat? Whatchu talking 'bout? You say you dont like the Reggae beat? You must be craaaee, crazy Crazy, you must be Hook Maybe they were just tired You know, people get restless all the time But i know some way that being tired Can make you talk right out of your mind A lady 99 years young Said you must listen to me son She said i dont like pop, I dont like soul, I dont like rocking and rolling But when she said she didnt like Raggae I lost all of my control I said whatchu talking 'bout? You say you dont like the Reggae beat? Whatchu talking 'bout? You say you dont like the Reggae beat? You must be craaaee, crazy Hook Maybe they were just angry Tempers get lost far too much But i got the perfect sanity for anger And what if it is, its the reggae tune While talking to my fiancée Making plans for our wedding day She said i dont like John, I dont like Jim, I dont like non of your friends But when she said she didnt like Reggae I knew our love would have to end I said whatchu talking 'bout? You say you dont like the Reggae beat? Whatchu talking 'bout? You say you dont like the Reggae beat? You must be craaaee, crazy Crazy, you must be I said whatchu talking 'bout? Say you dont like the Reggae beat? Whatchu talking 'bout? Say you dont like the Reggae beat? You must be craaaee, crazy Crazy, you must be

I finally made it to New York 'cause the public loves me on their screen Back when I lived in Baltimore, life wasn't as kind to me Before the fame, my life was drama, back when I went by Brianna Back when I ain't have a dollar, when I had to make ends meet (God damn!) Bri would try hard to appease Every little-ass demand, I always hated it when she'd Conform to everyone around her, run away just like a coward So I took away her power, now that name is dead to me I killed that bitch Brianna, and with her body went her name So if you see me IRL, don't call me that again (don't call me that shit) The ugly side, the part I hide, lies deep inside of me Wait, did I say me? I'm talking about Bri You asked who Bri is? I don't know her She was way too mediocre No one wants her, motherfuck her baggage Last I heard, she's gettin' meaner Please let me know if you see her I'll try harder, guardin' all her damage I'd rather kill myself than reminisce on who I used to be I'll put a bounty out on every memory someone has of me You ever wish you could erase all that took place and just start clean? Stuck in the past, too much regret, can I go back, please? I sat up straight, I got straight A's, ate all the veggies on my plate And yet, I'm 20, still a dummy, and I'm fuckin' overweight Do you like me, everybody? Look to you for validation You know, lately, I think crazy, I'm convinced everyone hates me Not me, I mean, hates Bri (I'm talking 'bout Bri!) We are two separate entities You asked who Bri is? I don't know her She was way too mediocre No one wants her, motherfuck her baggage Last I heard, she's gettin' meaner Please let me know if you see her I'll try harder, guarding all her damage Now that na-na-na-na-na-name is dead to me I killed that bitch Brianna, and with her body went her name (went her name) So if you see me IRL, don't call me that again (Now that name is dead to me)

They call me dubcuda was the last name Money in my lap doin a buck in the fast lane The passion of a husler I got it And if it aint about money I don't wanna talk about it The passion of a husler I got it And if it aint about money I don't wanna talk about it Now lemme see your fingers in the sky And if you like money keep em up high Stand up put your hands up Show me what you all about Real shit nigga Yeah that's what I'm talkin' bout Getting' it in out of the concrete boots In a coupe a hundred ten Blowin like a flute Fresh off of lockdown Straight out the chute Nigga down for whatever Still all about the loot The property of poverty The looters of youth Now it's denim on the leather While removing the roof The hog on the hog With the "D's" on the Deuce And you can blame it on the alcohol The weed and the juice look. Lolo(?) Starter cap to the left of me You know when I rep a "C" Dub S to the death of me Motherfuckers wasn't respectin' me But im all up in your chest with heat Givin you sideline bitter niggas vasectomies Till I rest in peace Hustle the recipe Your niggas a bitch baby You need to sit next to me Dub Cuda the bandana dangler O T countin dirty money with the hanky up (?) you Shake the (?) off you Comin again please Gimme something to walk too I can't leave see For all of my niggas Who don't wear tight jeans Up they ass needs me Went independent last CD Still sold a shitload of records No radio or TV And Im stickin to the program Chucks on the concrete While the Cadillac door slams The "W" was my star symbol My jams make niggas get down Like barrels out of car windows Im a nut for Cheese and chuck T's Addicted to big butt cheeks an weaves Not a pop artist But I'll pop they heezee A branch of the same tree as Pac & Eazy Bumpin Jam Master Jay & Biggie Iron on the stove Shakin up the starch can Sprayin my Dickies Now who that nigga quick to shoot it Cap at the truest The closest to the streets to do it Me The D Fisher in this rap shit im a vet And a (?) tied around the neezeck Your future baby daddy I might be You aint never been with a nigga like me Baby slide me you number Ill call you later this weekend I can't talk now I'm on my way to rob the weed man Love by a few hated by majurity Im the reason these rappers keep security I go hard kick gears and jump cars Chuckin up the hood Three wheelin in your front yard You niggas is temporary I put faces on obituaries nigga

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Wah yeah, talking bout my baby, Talking bout my baby, When she go walking down bourben street, I just can't understand as i walk behind her, She got red hotpants on, She got on a low-neck see through blouse with no brassier on, She shaking like two big old balloons in a hurricane, She got a purple afro, She got her hand on her hip, Better not let her slip? Battering her eyes Looking straight at me yeah, She's battering her eyes And looking straight at me with that sassy saucy look on her face, She's beside me, I wanna go out on a picnic with you baby, Out under the big bright yellow sun, She said i wanna go out on a picnic with you baby, Out under the big bright yellow sun, Out under the big bright yellow sun, Out under the big bright yellow sun, Out under the big bright yellow sun

Y'all know I don't wanna be In a penitentiary But that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy I be right back smoking weed Chilling with the family Cause that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy Starting out my week with a quarter boat Stupid strong and I won't sell a quarter o I got 5 on that cause I'm infamous Fuck fame, strippers love me... Back to work nigga! I know y'all niggas miss this shit! Y'all know I don't wanna be In a penitentiary But that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy I be right back smoking weed Chilling with the family Cause that's my reality That shit might be a tragedy Starting out my week with a quarter boat Stupid strong and I won't sell a quarter o I got 5 on that cause I'm infamous Fuck fame, strippers love me ad infinite Fuck no, I ain't working for the minimum I'm going in, every weekend is a cinema So get a coke, hot dog and some candy bars I'm from the 6 but my dick dunn been in movie stars I'm so high right now I want a? Let everybody in free I'm bringing all my cars And I don't wanna be locked up, hell no! But we got weight so? Excuse me for being gangsta, I'm crazy I couldn't have been a sissy Mama wouldn't have fed me I'm all-red and my beemer confetti I'm? 18 with the chevy I'm deadlift with a tool like freddy Not jackson, kruger, you smell me? And no push ups, just kush up No lay-ups, just? E a g a got bakers Eastside, can I roll through decatur I'm going hard for the squad I'm the major Anything move here, Gucci get paper