DB Tha General Intro lyrics
Intro
DB Tha General
GENRE
[Intro]
Yeah, I wanna welcome all my niggas to my second album
All my bruhs, all my fans out there, you feel me?
If I ain't your favorite rapper right now, I'm gon' be your favorite rapper 'cause I fuckin' gas
And ain't nobody gas like I gas but my brothers, like, you know, Ree and O, you feel me?
We got that heat, though, mayne
I got to give a shout out to my nigga Sean John ST, bitch
You feel me? Who told me to put this motherfucker on the front
And I'ma put it on the front 'cause it's dope, nigga
I go through the whole song so listen very closely, man
Listen to this shit, mayne
I shoulda been signed
[Verse 1]
I walked in slow, hand on my dick
DB, who you with? I brought my whole clique
We dumb-ass high and we dumb-ass thick
If we can't get in we tearin' up this bitch
Suckas in the front, haters in the back
DJ, turn it up, that's my shit, that clap
Now watch how me and lil' Donnie gon' wack
Now watch how me and lil' Donnie gon' wack
Bruh, is you gone? I'm dumb-ass smacked
Me and Ree, back to back, it's a everyday thing
Woofer on slap, bring back that thing
They know what I bang, M-O-B
If I ain't with the mafi', I'm with ST
I'm a young OG, soul survivor
35th, Birch, and I been a rider
Hittin' shit like I'm on the Brooklyn Dodgers
I won't stop pitchin' 'til they free my father
Fuck your sympathy, don't even bother
I'm a rapper slash jacker
Got more cheese than the Green Bay Packers
You never been a factor, what's your name?
What family? What block? What do you say? What do you claim?
I get down, really get down
'Cause ain't too many niggas makin' it from the town
I trust my trey pound, fuck your partner
Smilin' in your face, he the one that shot ya
But it's good, don't trip, I got ya
'Cause I got accuracy with that chopper
Run his ass over, send him back to the doctor
Call the coppers, fuck them, too
They bleed like me, I'll bust them, too
So who sent you? Probably the feds
Get too nosy, I'ma knock off your head
.223s that'll cut off your dreads
First one snitch, first one dead
I don't bang blue and I don't bang read
See, the code of the street is always have your heat
But I don't bust my shit unless it's real beef
We about a hundred deep, east side, bitch
On the other side of the street how we ride, bitch
I aim to kill and I'm feelin' that pill
.40 cal. put his wig on the windshield
And shovel graves, we saw off the gauge
Ride and deal in the hills, two-eleven, we pray
And I been knew John-John was playin' with them Ks
It's the home of the A's, Allendale
I'ma keep mobbin' 'til Keith get out of jail
First time independent, got my nigga in Hell
I remember when we both used to bang the cell
Bitch, you know it's the 'jects, nines and TECs
I'm the fireman, so when it get wet
First they got pinned then they got caught next
If y'all niggas gonna ride then y'all niggas better ride
I knew it was serious when I seen Ree cry
The bitch called the phone and said Burger just died
I know that bitch didn't say Burger just died
[Interlude]
Feel me? Them niggas took my lil' nigga, mayne, Burger, mayne
Eight-deuce, Birch, nigga
My lil' nigga was a beast out here, nigga
Goin' hard on you bitch-ass niggas
But it's good, though, we gon' keep this shit lit, nigga
I'ma keep rockin', nigga, from the heart, nigga
From my head, nigga, I got gas, nigga
That's all I spit is gas, nigga, octane, nigga
You feel me, nigga? All my OGs feel me though, nigga
Told me go hard, nigga, or go home, nigga
And I'ma do this shit 'til I die, nigga, on everything, nigga
Nigga, free PB, nigga, RIP lil' Glen, nigga
RIP lil' E, nigga
It's Mob Squad, nigga, I made this shit, nigga
I'm Tha General, nigga
How I'm gon' stop what I made?
I don't start what I can't finish
Nigga, I go
[Verse 2]
It's the P-R-O-J-E-C-T
Free Boo, lil' Chris, lil' Mikey and Keith
I rep that AD, Allendale, bitch
Got 35th whips, got 35th clips
If you wanna set trip, man, bring the funk
But fuckin' with the mob, man, that's what you don't
I'ma show you bitch-ass niggas once again
I'ma kill his whole family then murk all his friends
Beat the beat 'til the end, shit, take it to the grave
I'ma hit him with the gauge and start throwin' grenades
Fuck World War III 'cause I'm about to start IV
If these bitch-ass niggas keep speakin' on De De Bo
Don't be mad how it go if you's a lame
Your bitch-ass daddy shoulda showed you the game
Niggas can't shoot, shoulda showed you to aim
You see it on my hand, know that's what I bang
Hold on, back up, now let me get started
That thang kicked in, now I'm 'bout to act retarded
Thang on my side, it don't matter who the hardest
Bruh, this East Oakland, we gon' go hard regardless
Deuces on Chargers, fours on a van
Js all day, I'm still burnin' up Vans
You ain't seen these Vans, I'm the first one with 'em
Two hundred Off The Wall, boy, you better go get 'em
'Cause I do real stuntin' like Jackie Chan
Smackin' in the back off that Jackie Chan
Like, "Damn, DB, I can't even see"
Ridin' in the sky, think I see E.T.
No, I can't pass it up, that purp got me gassed up
I swear, last night, I couldn't even stand up
I don't never tap out, never put the blunt out
I go all day 'til my ass passed out
I fuck bad bitches and I bet they cash out
It's M-O-B, California, welcome to the crack house
[Outro]
Ha, you feel me? That's that game, nigga
Can't nobody fuck with me, nigga
I go, nigga, you feel me?
Put your money up, put your best rapper up
Put your whole label up, nigga, and I'ma get 'em, nigga
I bet you, nigga
Free PB, I'm outta here, DB, bitch
Let's do it
Yeah, I wanna welcome all my niggas to my second album
All my bruhs, all my fans out there, you feel me?
If I ain't your favorite rapper right now, I'm gon' be your favorite rapper 'cause I fuckin' gas
And ain't nobody gas like I gas but my brothers, like, you know, Ree and O, you feel me?
We got that heat, though, mayne
I got to give a shout out to my nigga Sean John ST, bitch
You feel me? Who told me to put this motherfucker on the front
And I'ma put it on the front 'cause it's dope, nigga
I go through the whole song so listen very closely, man
Listen to this shit, mayne
I shoulda been signed
[Verse 1]
I walked in slow, hand on my dick
DB, who you with? I brought my whole clique
We dumb-ass high and we dumb-ass thick
If we can't get in we tearin' up this bitch
Suckas in the front, haters in the back
DJ, turn it up, that's my shit, that clap
Now watch how me and lil' Donnie gon' wack
Now watch how me and lil' Donnie gon' wack
Bruh, is you gone? I'm dumb-ass smacked
Me and Ree, back to back, it's a everyday thing
Woofer on slap, bring back that thing
They know what I bang, M-O-B
If I ain't with the mafi', I'm with ST
I'm a young OG, soul survivor
35th, Birch, and I been a rider
Hittin' shit like I'm on the Brooklyn Dodgers
I won't stop pitchin' 'til they free my father
Fuck your sympathy, don't even bother
I'm a rapper slash jacker
Got more cheese than the Green Bay Packers
You never been a factor, what's your name?
What family? What block? What do you say? What do you claim?
I get down, really get down
'Cause ain't too many niggas makin' it from the town
I trust my trey pound, fuck your partner
Smilin' in your face, he the one that shot ya
But it's good, don't trip, I got ya
'Cause I got accuracy with that chopper
Run his ass over, send him back to the doctor
Call the coppers, fuck them, too
They bleed like me, I'll bust them, too
So who sent you? Probably the feds
Get too nosy, I'ma knock off your head
.223s that'll cut off your dreads
First one snitch, first one dead
I don't bang blue and I don't bang read
See, the code of the street is always have your heat
But I don't bust my shit unless it's real beef
We about a hundred deep, east side, bitch
On the other side of the street how we ride, bitch
I aim to kill and I'm feelin' that pill
.40 cal. put his wig on the windshield
And shovel graves, we saw off the gauge
Ride and deal in the hills, two-eleven, we pray
And I been knew John-John was playin' with them Ks
It's the home of the A's, Allendale
I'ma keep mobbin' 'til Keith get out of jail
First time independent, got my nigga in Hell
I remember when we both used to bang the cell
Bitch, you know it's the 'jects, nines and TECs
I'm the fireman, so when it get wet
First they got pinned then they got caught next
If y'all niggas gonna ride then y'all niggas better ride
I knew it was serious when I seen Ree cry
The bitch called the phone and said Burger just died
I know that bitch didn't say Burger just died
[Interlude]
Feel me? Them niggas took my lil' nigga, mayne, Burger, mayne
Eight-deuce, Birch, nigga
My lil' nigga was a beast out here, nigga
Goin' hard on you bitch-ass niggas
But it's good, though, we gon' keep this shit lit, nigga
I'ma keep rockin', nigga, from the heart, nigga
From my head, nigga, I got gas, nigga
That's all I spit is gas, nigga, octane, nigga
You feel me, nigga? All my OGs feel me though, nigga
Told me go hard, nigga, or go home, nigga
And I'ma do this shit 'til I die, nigga, on everything, nigga
Nigga, free PB, nigga, RIP lil' Glen, nigga
RIP lil' E, nigga
It's Mob Squad, nigga, I made this shit, nigga
I'm Tha General, nigga
How I'm gon' stop what I made?
I don't start what I can't finish
Nigga, I go
[Verse 2]
It's the P-R-O-J-E-C-T
Free Boo, lil' Chris, lil' Mikey and Keith
I rep that AD, Allendale, bitch
Got 35th whips, got 35th clips
If you wanna set trip, man, bring the funk
But fuckin' with the mob, man, that's what you don't
I'ma show you bitch-ass niggas once again
I'ma kill his whole family then murk all his friends
Beat the beat 'til the end, shit, take it to the grave
I'ma hit him with the gauge and start throwin' grenades
Fuck World War III 'cause I'm about to start IV
If these bitch-ass niggas keep speakin' on De De Bo
Don't be mad how it go if you's a lame
Your bitch-ass daddy shoulda showed you the game
Niggas can't shoot, shoulda showed you to aim
You see it on my hand, know that's what I bang
Hold on, back up, now let me get started
That thang kicked in, now I'm 'bout to act retarded
Thang on my side, it don't matter who the hardest
Bruh, this East Oakland, we gon' go hard regardless
Deuces on Chargers, fours on a van
Js all day, I'm still burnin' up Vans
You ain't seen these Vans, I'm the first one with 'em
Two hundred Off The Wall, boy, you better go get 'em
'Cause I do real stuntin' like Jackie Chan
Smackin' in the back off that Jackie Chan
Like, "Damn, DB, I can't even see"
Ridin' in the sky, think I see E.T.
No, I can't pass it up, that purp got me gassed up
I swear, last night, I couldn't even stand up
I don't never tap out, never put the blunt out
I go all day 'til my ass passed out
I fuck bad bitches and I bet they cash out
It's M-O-B, California, welcome to the crack house
[Outro]
Ha, you feel me? That's that game, nigga
Can't nobody fuck with me, nigga
I go, nigga, you feel me?
Put your money up, put your best rapper up
Put your whole label up, nigga, and I'ma get 'em, nigga
I bet you, nigga
Free PB, I'm outta here, DB, bitch
Let's do it
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