Yeah...
Yeah yeah
(Damn Suave)
Feels good to be back man
UGH!
Coming live from the dirt road
Trailer park living in a circle
Made straight A's was a nerd bro
All the fine h**s kept calling me urkel
When I grew my hair out it was worse bro
Sellin CD's was my work flow
Hard times hit hard on my turf bro
Still I grew from the pain and the hurt though
But, Let me tell you how I grew up
Spoiled Lil n***a ain't do much
Til I hit high school with my crew bruh
Played football so everybody knew us
Johnny always boo'd up
Got a new bae every new month
Doing too much
Snack shack always the move bruh
N****s got tired of the school lunch
Athlete's Foot sellin' new 1's for the low low
Now I'm hot n****s sayin "I know bro"
Work hard on my own fly solo
I ain't toleratin f**k shit no mo
OG's telling me I'm so cold
Young OG straight from 4-4
1 south highway to Occo
Nee gym in the hood where they sold dope
South side cookout with the old folks
Two 10's make em bounce like a pogo
Glock 9 in the whip on the floor board
Test me or my pops that's a no no
Still gettin new texts from my old h**s
You ain't want me back then
Think I got bread now you wanna cash in
Want it from the back end cuz a n***a rappin? Naw
I got way too many moves to make
These days I'm ballin like Mudiay
Stayed up the street from the Super 8
West side Crab Park we was super straight
At the park we be hoopin til super late
Me and my homies made movies mane
Saw me go hard on the field she claimin she knew me
Now she a groupie mane
If you coming from my city you a real one
F**k the other side dawg we don't feel em
I came back to The Dub cuz it's still love
It's D-U-B til I die and it's still love
If you coming from my city you a real one
F**k the other side dawg we don't feel em
I came back to The Dub cuz it's still love
It's D-U-B til I die and it's still Dub
Aww man all that grindin man
Let it show for it man
You know we from the south man
We in Georgia
We ride down here
You already
Pull up to the park on a Sunday in the southside
Let the people know what you been doin
Why they ain't seen you in a minute
You heard? yeah
Stay down and stay out the way
All that grindin' it'll pay
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Yeah...
Yeah yeah
(Damn Suave)
Feels good to be back man
UGH!
Coming live from the dirt road
Trailer park living in a circle
Made straight A's was a nerd bro
All the fine h**s kept calling me urkel
When I grew my hair out it was worse bro
Sellin CD's was my work flow
Hard times hit hard on my turf bro
Still I grew from the pain and the hurt though
But, Let me tell you how I grew up
Spoiled Lil n***a ain't do much
Til I hit high school with my crew bruh
Played football so everybody knew us
Johnny always boo'd up
Got a new bae every new month
Doing too much
Snack shack always the move bruh
N****s got tired of the school lunch
Athlete's Foot sellin' new 1's for the low low
Now I'm hot n****s sayin "I know bro"
Work hard on my own fly solo
I ain't toleratin f**k shit no mo
OG's telling me I'm so cold
Young OG straight from 4-4
1 south highway to Occo
Nee gym in the hood where they sold dope
South side cookout with the old folks
Two 10's make em bounce like a pogo
Glock 9 in the whip on the floor board
Test me or my pops that's a no no
Still gettin new texts from my old h**s
You ain't want me back then
Think I got bread now you wanna cash in
Want it from the back end cuz a n***a rappin? Naw
I got way too many moves to make
These days I'm ballin like Mudiay
Stayed up the street from the Super 8
West side Crab Park we was super straight
At the park we be hoopin til super late
Me and my homies made movies mane
Saw me go hard on the field she claimin she knew me
Now she a groupie mane
If you coming from my city you a real one
F**k the other side dawg we don't feel em
I came back to The Dub cuz it's still love
It's D-U-B til I die and it's still love
If you coming from my city you a real one
F**k the other side dawg we don't feel em
I came back to The Dub cuz it's still love
It's D-U-B til I die and it's still Dub
Aww man all that grindin man
Let it show for it man
You know we from the south man
We in Georgia
We ride down here
You already
Pull up to the park on a Sunday in the southside
Let the people know what you been doin
Why they ain't seen you in a minute
You heard? yeah
Stay down and stay out the way
All that grindin' it'll pay
Yeah yeah
(Damn Suave)
Feels good to be back man
UGH!
Coming live from the dirt road
Trailer park living in a circle
Made straight A's was a nerd bro
All the fine h**s kept calling me urkel
When I grew my hair out it was worse bro
Sellin CD's was my work flow
Hard times hit hard on my turf bro
Still I grew from the pain and the hurt though
But, Let me tell you how I grew up
Spoiled Lil n***a ain't do much
Til I hit high school with my crew bruh
Played football so everybody knew us
Johnny always boo'd up
Got a new bae every new month
Doing too much
Snack shack always the move bruh
N****s got tired of the school lunch
Athlete's Foot sellin' new 1's for the low low
Now I'm hot n****s sayin "I know bro"
Work hard on my own fly solo
I ain't toleratin f**k shit no mo
OG's telling me I'm so cold
Young OG straight from 4-4
1 south highway to Occo
Nee gym in the hood where they sold dope
South side cookout with the old folks
Two 10's make em bounce like a pogo
Glock 9 in the whip on the floor board
Test me or my pops that's a no no
Still gettin new texts from my old h**s
You ain't want me back then
Think I got bread now you wanna cash in
Want it from the back end cuz a n***a rappin? Naw
I got way too many moves to make
These days I'm ballin like Mudiay
Stayed up the street from the Super 8
West side Crab Park we was super straight
At the park we be hoopin til super late
Me and my homies made movies mane
Saw me go hard on the field she claimin she knew me
Now she a groupie mane
If you coming from my city you a real one
F**k the other side dawg we don't feel em
I came back to The Dub cuz it's still love
It's D-U-B til I die and it's still love
If you coming from my city you a real one
F**k the other side dawg we don't feel em
I came back to The Dub cuz it's still love
It's D-U-B til I die and it's still Dub
Aww man all that grindin man
Let it show for it man
You know we from the south man
We in Georgia
We ride down here
You already
Pull up to the park on a Sunday in the southside
Let the people know what you been doin
Why they ain't seen you in a minute
You heard? yeah
Stay down and stay out the way
All that grindin' it'll pay
Writer: Johnny Howard
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