Dogma 25

Lyrics

[Chorus: Felix & Louie Pastel] Wha— What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? Ayy What's up? What's up? Ayy What's up? (Bitch, bitch, yeah, yeah) What's up? What's up? Ayy What's up? What's up? Play with me, blood on me, stain on me What's up? What's up? Dirt on me, shame on me, shame on me [Verse 1: Louie Pastel] Ugly-ass nigga, had to grind for the love My little bitch born in 2001 My little bitch a whole space odyssey Out of this world when she suck on the meat Stanley Kubrick how I'm making a scene Oh my God, that nigga weird, he obscene Walk in the club and I came with the fleet Y'all niggas jock like a fuckin' athlete Green on my body, that boy is a beast Foot fetish nigga, I can't have a feat Any young nigga that's fuckin' with me All that bullshit, my nigga, better cease See your bleachers over there, have a seat Ain't no tryout, ain't no ballin' with me Shut the fuck up when you talkin' to me Shut the fuck up when you talkin' to me [Verse 2: Felix] Ayy, testosterone levels be higher than ever, no wonder every day I feel like the man Dumb motherfucker think of spillin' coke, when I tell him, I'm hoping that he kick the can Told her ass too, ain't got no other words to describe him what it is other than, "Damn" Self-proclaimed arson, but got enough freeze for the foster A door-to-door hustle, but you cannot knock it We won't catch a charge if they pass the sockets They not making sense, we changin' the topic The dick too atomic just to be platonic Brain out of this world, she must be a Martian I duck and I dodge it, that's a major problem Minor solution struggle when you find 'em Find it ironic, I'm claiming to not give a fuck but keep fuckin' up beats in the process Now I'm stuck upside this bitch's conscience Fillin' up her head with fuckin' nonsense Sick of niggas stealing with a hospice Thinking you the realest, but you not First off, you don't got a fuckin' knot Two cups fill of Soursop Boy, that's straight juice, not drop Pull out, then she asking, "Why you stop?" Piss 'em off, they wanting me to stop Yeah, I brought the beef to the opp Pussy ain't the only thing that pop Nigga actin' fishy 'cause they flop 911, but I'm not a cop If you ever see me in a drop Banana peeling out the fuckin' lot Juandissimo, I'm rippin' off the top [Chorus: Felix] What's up? What's up? Dirt on me, stain on me, shame on me What's up? What's up? Things on me, ass on me, hands on me What's up? What's up? Play with me, blood on me, stain on me What's up? What's up? Dirt on me, shame on me, shame on me What's up? What's up? What's up? Huh, what's up? What's up? Ayy What's up? What's up? What's up? Huh, what's up? What's up? Ayy What's up? What's up? What's up? Huh, what's up? What's up? Ayy What's up? What's up? What's up? Huh, what's up? What's up? Ayy [Outro: Felix] What's up? What's up? Dirt on me, stain on me, shame on me What's up? What's up? Dirt on me, stain on me, shame on me What's up? What's up? Dirt on me, stain on me, shame on me What's up? What's up? Dirt on me— shame on me— shame on— shame on—