That's What I'm Talking About

[WC: That's What I'm Talking About] [Intro] They call me Dub Cuda was the last name Money in my lap doing a buck in the fast lane The passion of a hustler I got it And if it ain't about the money I don't wanna talk about it The passion of a hustler I got it And if it ain't about the money I don't wanna talk about it [Hook] Now lemme see your fingers in the sky And if you like money keep em' up high Stand up put your hands up show me what you all about Real shit nigga, yeah that's what I'm talking about [Verse 1] Gettin' it in and outha the concrete boots In a coupe a hundred ten blowing like a flute Fresh off of lock down straight out the chute Nigga down for whatever still about the loot The property of poverty the looters of youth Now it's denim on they leather while removing the roof The hog on the hog with the D's on the Deuce And you can blame it on the alcohol the weed and the juice look Lower my weaponry, starter cap to the left of me You know when I rep a "C" Dub S to the death of me Motherfuckers wasn't respecting me But I'm all up in your chest with heat Giving you sideline bitter niggas vasectomies Till I rest in peace, hustle the recipe Your nigga's a bitch, baby you need to sit next to me Dub Cuda the bandana dangler O.T. countin' dirty money with the hanky up [Hook X2] Now lemme see your fingers in the sky And if you like money keep em' up high Stand up put your hands up show me what you all about Real shit nigga, yeah that's what I'm talking about [Verse 2] ?Dub got shaked, they get us off you.? Comin again please, gimme something to walk too I can't leave see For all of my niggas who don't wear tight jeans up they ass needs me Went independent last CD. Still sold a shitload of records no radio or TV And I'm sticking to the program Chucks on the concrete while the Cadillac door slams The "W" was my star symbol My jams make niggas get down, Like barrels outha car windows I'm a nut for Cheese and Chuck T's Addicted to big butt cheeks and weaves Not a pop artist but I'll pop ?they heezee? A branch of the same tree as Pac and Eazy Bumpin Jam Master Jay & Biggie Iron on the stove shakin up the starch can sprayin my Dickies [Hook X2] Now lemme see your fingers in the sky And if you like money keep em' up high Stand up put your hands up show me what you all about Real shit nigga, yeah that's what I'm talking about [Verse 3] Now who that nigga quick to shoot it Cap the truest The closest to the streets to do it... Me The D Fisher in this rap shit I'm a vet ?And a blue fo' five tied around the neezeck.? Your future daddy I might be You ain't never been with a nigga like me Baby slide me you number I'll call you later this weekend I can't talk now I'm on my way to rob the weed man Loved by a few hated by majority I'm the reason these rappers keep security I go hard kick gears and jump cars Chuckin up the hood three wheelin in your front yard You niggas is temporary, Facebook gangstas I put faces on obituaries nigga Dub Cuda the bandana dangler O.T. countin' dirty money with the hanky up [Hook X2] Now lemme see your fingers in the sky And if you like money keep em' up high Stand up put your hands up show me what you all about Real shit nigga, yeah that's what I'm talking about [Outro]