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d.b.a. – havin’ thangs lyrics

it’s all about havin’ thangs (gold rings, and my platinum chain)
the game is hard to obtain
it’s all about havin’ thangs (gold rings, and my platinum chain)
when you get it, it’s hard to maintain
it’s all about havin’ thangs (gold rings, and my platinum chain)
it’s hard to stop slangin caine
it’s all about havin’ thangs (gold rings, and my platinum chain)
get it before you get fame

verse 1 -(numskull)-

make mine a double shot
of cold schnapps runnin off my top lip
freezin on the late night shift
wit barney rubble jaws so cold
scratch the crack of my -ss
cross-eyed
one on narcs an one on task
f-ck this i’m goin in
to f-ck wit my broad an get a little helmet an a shot of hen
i’m on the way to where my flat is
daddy is, on the way, down yonder by the back hids
bad kids is my enemies
n-ggas who cop blocks, stop knocks an haters not from my spot
an they always stare like they know me
an there’s one n-gga, who swear to god i’ma f-ckin phony
be like “sup folks, i got cream”
n-gga is you smokin, do i look like a m-th- f-ckin dope fiend
now this sh-t’s gettin kicked off
it’s like 12 to 1 an i bet i don’t get ripped off
so more words is p-ssed
they approached, i reached, them n-ggas dashed
i dashed too cuz murders like the livin h-ll
i put the lead on ya, an risk 25 wit an l
instead of bein a down low n-gga, hang on no coat tails
rig-ups, big l!cks an fake dope sales

verse 2 -(poppa l.q.)-

listen up
i like 100 dollar bill stacks
best of the congniac
s-xin women from the back
playas is you wit dat?
i started from scr-ps
to ah, get me some scratch
first i, bought me some crack
then i, started to stack
i got my pockets so fat
then flipped me a flap
went bankrupt for a minute
grindin brought me back
i got potnas out here ballin but i’m still on the grind
i juss hope they still ballin when i finally get mine
playas askin me what’s poppin
but i’m yellin “ain’t no tellin”
like jack told h-llen tryin not to catch my third f-ckin felon
pockets swellin, d-mn right i’m sellin dope
but d-mn, ya’ll actin like i’m supposed to stay broke
i got, bills to pay
i been scramblin all day
tryin to flip this yay an stay swallowed over ??? ???
i suited an booted, an heavily looted
champagne on my brain an devishly suited
an all the female fiends
wanna be on the team
so they can sip the cristal an blow on the green
would a million dollar man an some thousand dollar clothes
belittle himself
an f-ck wit two dollar hoes?

verse 3 -(yukmouth)-

when i was 5 years old i was told there was a road
to flip a 500 benzo fresh off the floor
in the door wit lorenzo’s
triple gold’s an vogues
any way you go you can’t go wrong
so n-gga juss go on that p-ss “go”
collect yo 2 hun wit 2 guns
an under bucket cutl-ss not too flossy or too slump
the right one (baby!)
n-ggas go crazy for the coca-cola cl-ssic
at dark i’m strap-a-matic like jur-ssic park
in ’88, n-ggas straight laced cables an medallions
a stable fulla stallions
an yay is for metallions
n-ggas smilin in my face to get the safe code
i lace hoes
an break those
n-ggas i hold for randsom like in waco
make no mistake it’s k!lla kali
n-ggas laugh, spend cash on the cristali
federalis beat yo -ss up in the alley
n-gga the jar was shook up, until the caviar was cooked up
(whalla)
“there you are, eh mr. creamery ya think ya sl!ck
ya sold me some bullsh-t, what the f-ck is this?!”
n-gga, it’s called the drought season
that sh-t you never seen cousin
while you smokin cream, buzzin n-ggas mean muggin
rushin knots down the block n-ggas snuffin hopps
bustin at the m-th- f-ckin cops, n-gga duck an watch
my rings an my phat gold chain
slangin whole thangs on soul train
n-gga fa sho mayne
sittin on glod thangs an thats fa sheezy
pimpin ain’t easy m-th- f-cka cuz i’m breezy
havin’ it

(ha)

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