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intro - db tha general lyrics

[intro]
yeah, i wanna welcome all my n*ggas to my second album
all my bruhs, all my fans out there, you feel me?
if i ain’t your favorite rapper right now, i’m gon’ be your favorite rapper ’cause i f*ckin’ gas
and ain’t n0body gas like i gas but my brothers, like, you know, ree and o, you feel me?
we got that heat, though, mayne
i got to give a shout out to my n*gga sean john st, b*tch
you feel me? who told me to put this motherf*cker on the front
and i’ma put it on the front ’cause it’s dope, n*gga
i go through the whole song so listen very closely, man
listen to this sh*t, mayne
i shoulda been signed

[verse 1]
i walked in slow, hand on my d*ck
db, who you with? i brought my whole clique
we dumb*ass high and we dumb*ass thick
if we can’t get in we tearin’ up this b*tch
suckas in the front, haters in the back
dj, turn it up, that’s my sh*t, that clap
now watch how me and lil’ donnie gon’ wack
now watch how me and lil’ donnie gon’ wack
bruh, is you gone? i’m dumb*ass smacked
me and ree, back to back, it’s a everyday thing
woofer on slap, bring back that thing
they know what i bang, m*o*b
if i ain’t with the mafi’, i’m with st
i’m a young og, soul survivor
35th, birch, and i been a rider
hittin’ sh*t like i’m on the brooklyn dodgers
i won’t stop pitchin’ ’til they free my father
f*ck your sympathy, don’t even bother
i’m a rapper slash jacker
got more cheese than the green bay packers
you never been a factor, what’s your name?
what family? what block? what do you say? what do you claim?
i get down, really get down
’cause ain’t too many n*ggas makin’ it from the town
i trust my trey pound, f*ck your partner
smilin’ in your face, he the one that shot ya
but it’s good, don’t trip, i got ya
’cause i got accuracy with that chopper
run his ass over, send him back to the doctor
call the coppers, f*ck them, too
they bleed like me, i’ll bust them, too
so who sent you? probably the feds
get too nosy, i’ma knock off your head
.223s that’ll cut off your dreads
first one snitch, first one dead
i don’t bang blue and i don’t bang read
see, the code of the street is always have your heat
but i don’t bust my sh*t unless it’s real beef
we about a hundred deep, east side, b*tch
on the other side of the street how we ride, b*tch
i aim to k!ll and i’m feelin’ that pill
.40 cal. put his wig on the windshield
and shovel graves, we saw off the gauge
ride and deal in the hills, two*eleven, we pray
and i been knew john*john was playin’ with them ks
it’s the home of the a’s, allendale
i’ma keep mobbin’ ’til keith get out of jail
first time independent, got my n*gga in h*ll
i remember when we both used to bang the cell
b*tch, you know it’s the ‘jects, nines and tecs
i’m the fireman, so when it get wet
first they got pinned then they got caught next
if y’all n*ggas gonna ride then y’all n*ggas better ride
i knew it was serious when i seen ree cry
the b*tch called the phone and said burger just died
i know that b*tch didn’t say burger just died
[interlude]
feel me? them n*ggas took my lil’ n*gga, mayne, burger, mayne
eight*deuce, birch, n*gga
my lil’ n*gga was a beast out here, n*gga
goin’ hard on you b*tch*ass n*ggas
but it’s good, though, we gon’ keep this sh*t lit, n*gga
i’ma keep rockin’, n*gga, from the heart, n*gga
from my head, n*gga, i got gas, n*gga
that’s all i spit is gas, n*gga, octane, n*gga
you feel me, n*gga? all my ogs feel me though, n*gga
told me go hard, n*gga, or go home, n*gga
and i’ma do this sh*t ’til i die, n*gga, on everything, n*gga
n*gga, free pb, n*gga, rip lil’ glen, n*gga
rip lil’ e, n*gga
it’s mob squad, n*gga, i made this sh*t, n*gga
i’m tha general, n*gga
how i’m gon’ stop what i made?
i don’t start what i can’t finish
n*gga, i go

[verse 2]
it’s the p*r*o*j*e*c*t
free boo, lil’ chris, lil’ mikey and keith
i rep that a, b, allendale, b*tch
got 35th whips, got 35th clips
if you wanna set trip, man, bring the funk
but f*ckin’ with the mob, man, that’s what you don’t
i’ma show you b*tch*ass n*ggas once again
i’ma k!ll his whole family then murk all his friends
beat the beat ’til the end, sh*t, take it to the grave
i’ma hit him with the gauge and start throwin’ grenades
f*ck world war iii ’cause i’m about to start iv
if these b*tch*ass n*ggas keep speakin’ on de de bo
don’t be mad how it go if you’s a lame
your b*tch*ass daddy shoulda showed you the game
n*ggas can’t shoot, shoulda showed you to aim
you see it on my hand, know that’s what i bang
hold on, back up, now let me get started
that thang kicked in, now i’m ’bout to act r*t*rded
thang on my side, it don’t matter who the hardest
bruh, this east oakland, we gon’ go hard regardless
deuces on chargers, fours on a van
js all day, i’m still burnin’ up vans
you ain’t seen these vans, i’m the first one with ’em
two hundred off the wall, boy, you better go get ’em
’cause i do real stuntin’ like jackie chan
smackin’ in the back off that jackie chan
like, “d*mn, db, i can’t even see”
ridin’ in the sky, think i see e.t.
no, i can’t pass it up, that purp got me gassed up
i swear, last night, i couldn’t even stand up
i don’t never tap out, never put the blunt out
i go all day ’til my ass passed out
i f*ck bad b*tches and i bet they cash out
it’s m*o*b, california, welcome to the crack house
[outro]
ha, you feel me? that’s that game, n*gga
can’t n0body f*ck with me, n*gga
i go, n*gga, you feel me?
put your money up, put your best rapper up
put your whole label up, n*gga, and i’ma get ’em, n*gga
i bet you, n*gga
free pb, i’m outta here, db, b*tch
let’s do it

- db tha general lyrics

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