[Intro: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
Yeah!
Blaze Ya Dead Homie, MEC!
Ten years in the making!
Know about it, bitch!
[Chorus: Young Wicked & Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
Dub sack, I got your back
Hand you that for the Andy Jack
Parked on Mack in a purple 'Lac
Trying to fatten up my stack (Bring it!)
Dub sack, I got your back
Hand you that for the Andy Jack (I got you!)
Parked on Mack in a purple lac
Trying to fatten up my stack
[Verse 1: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
Lookin' for the twenty, twen, twen
Check the purple 'Lac with the switches [?]
From the back, bend corners, big ten
I don't mack 'cause I got a couple twelves to trade it for a sack
I got big weight, and cut it straight up
On the 48 sacks and they all fat dubs
Do the math, cuz, makin' hand over fist
Paying six for a pound of that bubba kush shit
Made them other hoes quit when I sealed up the block
Six shotgun shells and only two shots
Now it's my spot, my place to shine
My street, my curb, make money on a grind (What's up?)
You need a dime and I'm right on time
Got me some nickel bags for the bitches at the stop sign
Just a little sample, only for the ample women
Got a Jackson in the dub sack you gettin'
[Chorus: Young Wicked & Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
Dub sack, I got your back
Hand you that for the Andy Jack (That's what's up)
Parked on Mack in a purple 'Lac (Yeah!)
Tryin' to fatten up my stack ([?], homie)
Dub sack, I got your back (I got you!)
Hand you that for the Andy Jack (Right here!)
Parked on Mack in a purple lac
Tryin' to fatten up my stack
[Verse 2: Blaze Ya Dead Hmoie]
I take Coinstar notes to bottle return slips
Phone cards, 360 points, even with
I once took a headshot from this rat bitch
And the drought is raining over here, I got your fix
Pink Giraffe's what it is, it's the newest in the biz
By now, they know my steelo, I ain't fuckin' with no mids
Only fuck with whole grain at the heaviest of strain
A dub sack a day, it'll take away your pain
Take the pressure off your brain, take the worry out your mind
Load a dub sack in a blunt, and get high
Inhale the smoke and choke, you feelin' good, right?
Everything's a party when the dub's in sight
[Bridge: Bonez Dubb & Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
One for the nickel
Two for the dime
Twenty for the dub of that bubba kind
One-fifty for the quarter, three for the half
Six for the O of the Pink Giraffe
One for the nickel
Two for the dime
Twenty for the dub of that bubba kind
One-fifty for the quarter, three for the half
Six for the O of the Pink Giraffe (Yo!)
[Verse 3: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
All my 'lettes and 'los, everybody knows
That I'm out sellin' dub sacks after the shows
In the purple caddy out the back window
15 for my fam, 20 for you other hoes
You know this shit is fat, two and a half on a digiscale
2 grams of bud and a half of gram to bag a sale
No stems or seeds, that shit has been gone
Only keep the high grade, so you can get your smoke on
Your homies get they coke on, rips from the glass
We'll burn the whole sack, put some smoke in the air
Dub sacks, I got 'em, best trees, I got 'em
Once you get a dub, you can never live without 'em
[Chorus: Young Wicked & Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
Dub sack, I got your back (Uh-huh...)
Hand you that for the Andy Jack (Yeah!)
Parked on Mack in a purple 'Lac
Tryin' to fatten up my stack (Word!)
Dub sack, I got your back (Come on!)
Hand you that for the Andy Jack (Here you go!)
Parked on Mack in a purple lac
Tryin' to fatten up my stack
[Bridge: Young Wicked & Bonez Dubb]
15 for the juggalos
15 for the juggalos
15 for the juggalos
And 20 for you other hoes
15 for the juggalos
15 for the juggalos
15 for the juggalos
And 20 for you other hoes
[Chorus: Young Wicked & Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
Dub sack, I got your back
Hand you that for the Andy Jack (You need this!)
Parked on Mack in a purple 'Lac
Trying to fatten up my stack (Smoke some of this, homie)
Dub sack, I got your back
Hand you that for the Andy Jack ([?] sack!)
Parked on Mack in a purple lac
Trying to fatten up my stack
