tupac in the dash - detroit l-o lyrics
[verse 1]
she call me up…. tell me what she into
i put my nuts on her head in california, she sacra*mental
tell the hoe to recognize, yours truly b*tch
i’m dedicated, that makes me the funkdoobiest
now i may never have a top charting album
but you’ll never catch my name by the x like malcolm
but i’m in the middle dishing little n*ggas riddles
and you can’t dog me out, i’m the owner of the kennel
exclusive fila kicks, never see a n*gga wearing these
all white mb’s, sport em while i pick up cheese
cook an album in a day, do the sh*t with ease
allen iverson with the money, i’m running thru a sleeve
i can’t take her serious, she’s nothing but a tease
school of hard knocks, detroit l*o is the dean
let’s put our talent on the table and cut out the green
and now they’re barely speaking like mr. bean
[hook]
straight to the bucks, n*gga skip the fame
tupac in the dash, i’m equipped with game
if you ever catch me slipping, that’s a got d*mn shame
nowadays, doing good can still get you slain
straight to the bucks, n*gga skip the fame
tupac in the dash, i’m equipped with game
if you ever catch me slipping, that’s a got d*mn shame
nowadays, doing good can still get you slain
[verse 2]
h*ll yea i work a job, h*ll yea i’m 9 to 5
h*ll yea i stack my cheese just like the rest of the guys
h*ll naw, i’m not deprived, h*ll yea got game to give
h*ll naw, am i on social media posting my kids
not saying that sh*t is wrong, but i ain’t saying that it’s right
as long as my babies know they daddy safe every night
i keep it gangsta…. boy i don’t love her cuz i’m ramming her
cross the ambassador, get some bottega from canada
i love the eastside… them n*ggas cool as h*ll
met a voodoo b*tch, d*ck made her cast a spell
tryna do me how erykah did common
jay electronica… and andre 3000
look into the index of my soul as we climax
i see the mind control in 3d like imax
accept the challenge of stacking thousands without the pyrex
watching n*ggas ball, but i’m knowing that i got next
[hook]
straight to the bucks, n*gga skip the fame
tupac in the dash, i’m equipped with game
if you ever catch me slipping, that’s a got d*mn shame
nowadays, doing good can still get you slain
straight to the bucks, n*gga skip the fame
tupac in the dash, i’m equipped with game
if you ever catch me slipping, that’s a got d*mn shame
nowadays, doing good can still get you slain
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