Up On Things Lyrics - Street Dreams - Fabolous

Yeah 

Walk with me west coast 

Yeah 

It's the coast to coast G on the check in 

Yeah ride ride ride 

If you ain't up on things 

Fabulous is the name, street fam's the game 

Screamin' seven one eight while them hammers bang 

Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca 

Kick game like I know a little bit of socca 

Spic, dames, ass and a little bit of knockas 

Give them nick names and a little bit of vodka 

Then I'm game change a very freaky girl 

You know who got the gold like the kid from the last dragon 

You know who got the low on the spokes and the ass saggin' 

You know who got the gold that'll have your ass gaggin' 

You know who got the boat that'll have the task naggin' 

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But I fuck bitches and get money 

My truck switches, you gotta duck bitches 

When you get twenties and plug switches 

That make you sit funny, I'm a rider 

If you ain't up on things 

(Don't come close to me) 

(Unless you ride like you supposed to be) 

If you ain't up on things 

(Don't come close to me) 

(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be) 

If you ain't up on things 

(Don't come close to me) 

(Unless you banging like you supposed to be) 

If you ain't up on things 

(Don't come close to me) 

(Unless you gangsta like you supposed to be) 

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C'mon you know its g's up C.O.'s down 

If I freeze up, its kilos now 

Pick trees up its three four pounds 

Fill the bees up 'til these bro's drown 

I snatch a few G's up and flea those towns 

Busta's freeze up when my V slow down 

I ease up with these four pounds 

Squeeze up to three four rounds 

I pick these up its G code now 

Y'all better call the D's up before I reload now 

I'm the boss somethin' like Springsteen 

I got somethin' that bring green, that look somethin' like stringbeans 

I make sure the hustlers keep somethin' to sling the fiends 

White, yellow, and a little somethin' that bling green 

We going to blast if we going I been doing 

This since Jabber was hooking off the glass in the forum 

Your grandparents has to assume 

'Cuz the face look like a magnifying glass on the poem 

(Oh boy!) 

If you ain't up on things 

(Don't come close to me) 

(Unless you ride like you supposed to be) 

If you ain't up on things 

(Don't come close to me) 

(Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be) 

So my niggas, they get money 

Throw your motherfucking hand in the air 

And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck 

Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah oh yeah 

And all my bitches, they get money 

Throw your motherfuckin' hand in the air 

And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck 

Let me hear y'all bitches scream "Oh yeah" 

It's the kid with the D O double G 

After blowing three four dubs of trees 

My eyes are below double G's 

After sipping pin O bubbly skee O rubbing me 

We'll probably go below publically 

I'm a coast to coast G, I keep the toast to mostly 

For those who pose to closely backup 

Keep a piece in the vest, that's how we ride 

From the north to the south to the east to the west 

So my niggas, they get money 

Throw your motherfucking hand in the air 

And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck 

Let me hear y'all niggas scream "Oh yeah" 

All my bitches, they get money 

Throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air 

And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck 

Let me hear y'all bitches scream "Oh yeah oh yeah"