The Word - Dubee

Wassup, Mac Dre?

I smoke indo

Yeah, all my folks, what’s happening?

Crestside, Crestside love

Yeah, we off the heezy

Sugawolf, put it up in 'em

Cause we off the heezy

Can you feel me?

Yeah, though

Sugawolf Peezy

One more time, on the motherfucking mic

Sugawolf Peezy represent Crestside

From the Mark Street, yeah you know

One more teezy

Chevy striker, dank igniter, all that shit, you know?

For my folks and shit, representing

Sugawolf Peezy, off the heezy, you know?

They call it easy

They call me

Sugawolf Peezy, off the heezy

Spit the gift for some screezy

That’s for sheezy

Hustling, puffing up on the weezy, yes indeezy

Baby boy that’s on the reezy

You best believe me

I break it down, speaking on major shit for sure

Hustlers, hogs and soldiers, feel me though

I be serving, speaking the gift of gab, working nerves and

Ain’t no pimp-a-trating, playa hating, yet you heard it

So I serve it, for your info

Toking and choking up on them Backwoods, full of indo

Let me split (split,) mob on a bitch

That’s fasho (sho,) in a fo' do'

And so, now the info is, off the indo spliff

It’s me, Sugawolf Peezy, ready to bump a bitch

Something crucial, as usual, I bogard

With the pimping gifted flows known for pulling hoe cards

It’s your boy, I bring the noise

Ain’t no sequel, or equal, I destroy

When I serve, I show no love for you herbs

Speaking up on that game baby boy, thought you heard

I heard the word around the town is

(Crestside playas like me we be houndin')

For real (for real,) stuck on major scrill

Fasho (Crestsider!) Act like you know

Now I be the G known for working suckas nerves

Off the heezy, indeezy, running up over curbs

Riding buckets, thinking fuck it, perm banging bitch

It’s me, Sugawolf, speaking pimp shit

I be hogging indeed, fucking 'em up fasho

Representing five trey five, got my folks in the do'

Country Club, Crestsiders, Chevy riders

Flip the script for major scrill, putting lead inside of

The fake and faulty pimps be hatin'

Speaking up on my name because they going through frustration

But I be keen, sipping on heem, choking on reefer

On the spot, packing chops, and millimeters

Do you feel?

I fuck with dogs they play dirty

Pop in the clip and get to spitting thirty

I bet they hurt him, thought you heard

That them god damn curves gone leak

Every time they fuck with me, so we

Strap that shrapnel, hollow hollow thangs

Striking that Chevy through your ghetto

It ain’t no thang, baby boy

We bring the noise, like Gotti boys

So you best to check your pimping 'fore I seek and destroy

Fucking 'em up, yeah I represent my folks

Fucking 'em up like that there, though

It’s your boy I destroy sucker emcees

You know they can’t get with me

I come through on that uh, Thug Passion

Hit the set like, whippin' dippin' and dashin'

See my folks, yeah you know

It’s how we do though, fo' sho'

Throwing up my three Cs like a big old G

You know, Crest vet, they can’t fuck with me

So you know you better get a personal package, we at that

And you know we got them shrapnels and fat gats

Yeah, though, Country Club, though

You better ask somebody

We hot as one fifty one Bacardi

You tramp bitch

Yeah, we serving 'em, something like that, though

Sugawolf Peezy off the heez, bitch