Fabolous Featuring Snoop Dogg Up On Things Lyrics

Up On Things Lyrics

Uh.. Yeah..
Walk with me west coast
Yeah.. Uh..
It's the coast to coast
"g" on the check in
Yeah.. Uh.. Ride.. Ride.. Ride.. Uh..

[Verse 1:
Fabolous]
If you ain't up on things
Fabolous is the name, street fam is
the game
Screamin' 718 while them hammers bang
Like bludda ludda lacca
bludda ludda lacca
Kick game like I know a little bit of soccer
Spic,
dames, ass and a little bit of knockers
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'
But I
fuck bitches, and get money
My truck switches like.. errrrr
You got to
duck bitches when you get twenties
And plug switches that make you sit
funny
I'm a rider..

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg / Fabolous]
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 gangster like you supposed to
be

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
C'mon.. you know its g's up C.O.'s down
If
I freeze up its kilos now
Pick trees up its 3-4 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 4 pounds
Squeeze up
to 3-4 rounds
I pick these up its G code now
Ya'll better call the D's up
before I reload now
I'm "The Boss" something like Springsteen
I got
something that bring green
That look something like string beans
I make
sure the hustlers keep something to sling the fiends
White, yellow, and a
little something that bling green
We going to blast if we going I been
doing
this since Jabbar was hooking off the glass in the forum
(ghetto)
Your grandparents has to assume
cuz the face look like a
magnifying glass on the poem (oh boy)

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg /
Fabolous]
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

[Hook: Snoop
Dogg]
So my niggas (niggas)
They get money (money)
Throw your
motherfucking hand in the air (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 (bitches)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherfucking
hand in the air (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)

[Verse 3:
Fabolous]
It's the kid with the D. O. double G.
After blowing 3-4 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

[Hook: Fabolous]
So my niggas (niggas)
They get money
(money)
Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (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 (bitches)
They get money
(money)
Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (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)
Uh..