Good Dwellas

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Phantasm] Let's get deep, deep into the text Take a couple years back, how we used to flex Always into gear, the latest wear, Gucci kicks Forty deuce flicks, fat links and thick chicks Started in the game pushin' weight out of state And robbin' spots and sellin' Legend Coupes to chop shop Credit card scams? I was too young for that So I picked pockets and stole from the Gap A 9-to-5 (Uh)? Nah, they was bullsh... I wanted 'nough loot but didn't wanna work for it Years passed by, I got into the drug dealin' To skins I'm appealin', a Jetta I'm wheelin' This kid Tyheim said, ''You can't be the man Sellin' hand-to-hand, you'll barely make a grand'' So we started conversatin' and 8-ball guzzlin' Now I'm gun-smugglin' and the money's comin' in Me and my two-man crew, so what y'all wanna do? Even put my partner U.G. on two (No diggity) Members tried to play important roles, man Now the contract's bigger than Derek Coleman (DC) Me? I got control of my life Know hard times is trife, even thought about a wife But some kid named Boss Hogg tried to make my day Wanted the Tall Man dead, but just ease it, dread [Chorus: U.G. and Phantasm] Mob hats, cigars, fat cars, and cellulars It all comes together when you're rollin' with the Good Dwellas Give me the ends, the Benz plus the skins It all comes together when you roll like the Good Dwellas [Verse 2: U.G. and Phantasm] August 15th, '94, bop And my red shirt, guess chick twistin' up my dreadlocks It was a nice day, I was listenin' to Mary J. Blige The phone rung, yo, I was surprised It wasn't my cellular phone, it was the red jack That only rings when a person got to get whacked I answered it, huh, it was my nig' Tall Man (''What up, son?'') What up, kid? How was that party for Def Jam? He said, ''Yo, U.G., this is serious business, (Word) Come to my condo'' so I jetted with the quickness (Aight, no doubt, no doubt) Before I left, slipped the vest on my back I went to my gun rack and pulled off the MAC Not a Big Mac, a MAC-10, I'm Audi In the maroon Typhoon, lookin' rowdy A kid's screwin' me at the light as I start to Roll the window down and be like, ''What's up now, partner?' There's no time for that (Pew!), I'm gone On the radio ''From the land…'', it's on I make a left, there it is, wait I ring the intercom so he can open up the gates And drive through, camera zoom on the plates My nig' hooked up it up like his name was Scarface, huh Cool, Phan' was near the pool With two light-skinned cuties with G-strings up their booties Phan', who's the cheese? Hell, easy fella Tell 'em 'bout the story how it go, the Good Dwellas [Chorus: U.G. and Phantasm] Mob hats, cigars, fat cars, and cellulars It all comes together when you're rollin' with the Good Dwellas Give me the ends, the Benz plus the skins It all comes together when you roll like the Good Dwellas [Verse 3: U.G. and Phantasm] The conversation begun, Phan was vexed, I can tell 'Cause every time he spoke, the vein in his head would swell He said, ''Ayo, this kid Boss Hogg is illin' He's back on the street and the idiot is killin' Our business, what, is this man crazy? U.G. I want 'em done, Ghost like Patrick Swayze'' Yo, so what's the dialogue about the Hogg Boss, that is? He robbed the barber shop and he dropped four of our kids (Oh word?) He even shook down the jerk chicken and the spots Hit Ty for thirty G's and forty Glocks As we leave the estate, a vehicle tailgates Thinkin' of a plot or a plan to create a diversion Swerve through curves and through the grass I gotta bolt fast, I find a station real fast (Ding, ding!) Habib gimme twenty on three Ayo, word up G, that's the same black Infiniti From my crib they followed us, they park right there by the school bus Buddha bless if they wan' test U.G. fix your vest, here they comin' (Uh-huh) I can't get live with the two-five, so keep the engine runnin' Then again chill, pass my Reese's Pieces Look what I sees, three white DT's I peeps the Ares that roll in, brothers on the wall Like pins when you're bowlin' plus the car is stolen Them kids doin' bids, seven-to-ten (Yeah) Now who's gonna stop us now? The Good Dwellas, the kingpins [Chorus: U.G. and Phantasm] Mob hats, cigars, fat cars, and cellulars It all comes together when you're rollin' with the Good Dwellas Give me the ends, the Benz plus the skins It all comes together when you roll like the Good Dwellas Mob hats, cigars, fat cars, and cellulars It all comes together when you're rollin' with the Good Dwellas Give me the ends, the Benz plus the skins It all comes together when you roll like the Good Dwellas