Good Dwellas (Pt. 2)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Phantasm] The Good Dwellas still generating mad cash U.G. got the NYC on smash Call me Ted DiBiase—I'm worth about a Million, man What's the plan? I stay Dapper like Dan Decked-out in Helly Hansen, went to Panama and bought A mansion with a ranch, and now I ride on horses, his-and-her Porsches Once a month I fly back out to meet with crime bosses Still gun-trafficking and pushing ki's The Tall Man's international, now I'm overseas Setting up shops, no more nickel and dime, jerk chicken spots Noow we graduated to the yachts And private helicopters and private doctors I'll erase ya 'cause St. Ides chase my Vodka Niggas living out their dreams through schemes My right-hand man Tyheim still with my team So let's get deep (Deep), deep into the text (Text) Dwellas on the remix, U.G., show 'em how we flex [Verse 2: U.G.] See how I'm riding jet skis in Hawaii, the NYC's on lock Rocks and stones, brim, Timbs, and rims keep me dipped I whip speedboats on the shores of Puerto Rico I bought a black panther last week, no More petty stick-ups or running from the coppers Now I flash cash and fly my own helicopter Got a castle in New England, bringing in endangered species Two koala bears for this cheese Private jets, TV sets, inches in the 40's Shorties from Spain with the champagne in my domain Shirt still Guess, butter dipped with flavor Off goes the pager—it's Phan', it must be major He put in triple 3's—that's the code of the CD's Took off the skis and brushed the snow off my knees Up in the Catskill Mountains, taking lessons how to ski See, we, take you on a journey, yo [Chorus: U.G. & Phantasm] Mob hats, cigars, fat cars, and cellulars It all comes together when you're rolling with the Good Dwellas Give me the Benz, the ends, and the skins It all comes together when you're rolling with the Good Dwellas [Verse 3: Phantasm & U.G.] Meet me at JFK, coming back to the USA Destination: BK My son's missing, got snatched up while he was pissing on his trip fishing Now Papa Large is on a mission Yo, my ETA at JFK was three MPV, jewelry like Mr. T, sipping Don P Waiting for my man to fly in Got two chicks, they're both thick, light-skinned, and one's Hawaiian Target's back on the map, living like fat cat He runs with Funk Flex, new alias is Big Kap Son, I know that the show's at The Mecca, grab your TECs And a vest. It might get wild like the west So we jumped in the NSX and stashed the TECs Walked in and put the Polo in the coat check, bought some Moet Downed a bottle quick and bagged this model chick named Tamika Eureka! There he go by the speaker Tonight's the night I got the bouncer on the right build like Mike in infrared sight I'm sitting by The bar, choking two bottles of Mo'-Mo' for dolo Heavy like Slick Rick, I bagged this thick Asian chick named May Ling Her thing was dancing in bars in G-strings She peeped my rings and pulled me upstairs to V.I.P "What's your hobby?" "I teach karate, boo, for protection" Pushed her, cocked the weapon as Big Kap stepped in The door, "Get on the floor, nigga, where's Ty at?" "He's in the back!" "Get up, black." I untied the straps off His arms. "Where's my pops?" I heard two shots clap Got grazed in the back, I turned around, busting at nothing Downstairs, I'm walking through the crowd, bleeding slowly It's Phan'. "Yo, son, homie, I'm dizzy." "Where is he?" "Ty's right here." "Where's Big Kap?" "He's in the trunk of the Ac' Let's go and throw his body off the Verrazzano, yo" [Chorus: U.G. & Phantasm] Mob hats, cigars, fat cars, and cellulars It all comes together when you're rolling with the Good Dwellas Give me the Benz, the ends, and the skins It all comes together when you're rolling with the Good Dwellas