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nick wiz – good dwellas (unreleased remix) كلمات اغاني

nick wiz ft. cella dwellas _ “good dwellas (unreleased remix)”
[emcee(s): phantasm and u.g.]
[producer(s): nick wiz]

[verse 1: phantasm]
let’s get
deep, deep into the text, take a couple
years back, how we used to flex, always into
gear, the latest wear, gucci kicks
forty deuce fl!cks, fat links, and thick chicks
i started in the game pushing weight out of state and robbing
spots and selling legend coupes to chop shop
credit card scams? i was too young for that
so i picked pockets and stole from the gap
a 9_to_5? nah, they was bullsh…
i wanted ‘nough loot but didn’t wanna work for it
years passed by, i got into the drug dеaling
to skins i’m appealing, a jetta i’m wheeling
this kid tyheim said, “you can’t bе the man
selling hand_to_hand, you’ll barely make a grand,” and so
we started conversating and 8_ball_guzzling
now i’m gun_smuggling and the money’s coming in
me and my two_man crew, so what y’all
wanna do? even put my partner u.g. on two (no diggy)
members tried to play important roles, man
now the contract’s bigger than derek coleman (dc)
me? i got control of my life, know
hard times is trife, even thought about a wife, but
some kid named boss hogg tried to make my day
wanted the tall man dead, but just easy, dread
[hook: u.g. and (phantasm)]
mob hats, cigars, fat cars, and cellulars
it all comes together when you’re rolling with the good dwellas
(give me the ends, the benz, plus the skins)
(it all comes together when you roll like the good dwellas)

[verse 2: u.g.]
august 15th
‘94, bop and my red shirt
guest chick twisting up my dreadlocks. it was a
nice day, i was listening to mary j
blige, the phone rung. yo, i was surprised
it wasn’t my cellular phone, it was the red jack
that only rings when a person got to get whacked
i answered it. (“what up?”) hah, it was my nig’ tall man. (“what up, son?”)
“what up, kid? how was that party for def jam?”
he said, “yo, u.g., this is serious business (word)
come to my condo,” so i jetted with the quickness (aight, no doubt, no doubt)
before i left, slipped the vest on my back
i went to my gun rack and pulled off the mac
not a big mac, a mac_10. i’m audi
in the maroon typhoon, looking rowdy
a kid’s scr_w_ng me at the light as i start to
roll the window down and be like, “what’s up now, partner?”
there’s no time for that, (pew!) i’m gone
on the radio “from the land…”, it’s on
i make a left. there it is. wait
i ring the intercom so he can open up the gates
and drive through, camera zoom on the plates
my nig’ hooked up it up like his name was scarface—huh!
cool, phan’ was near the pool with two
light_skinned cuties with g_strings up their booties
phan’, who’s the cheese? (“ayyo, easy fella”)
(tell ‘em ‘bout the story, how it go, the good dwellas”)
[hook: u.g. and phantasm]
mob hats, cigars, fat cars, and cellulars
it all comes together when you’re rolling with the good dwellas
give me the ends, the benz, plus the skins
it all comes together when you roll like the good dwellas

[verse 3: u.g., phantasm, and {ad_libs}]
the conversation
begun, phan’ was vexed. i can tell
‘cause every time he spoke, the vein in his head would swell
he said, “ayyo, this kid boss hogg is illing
he’s back on the street, and the idiot is k!lling
our business. what, is this man crazy?
u.g., i want him done, ghost like patrick swayze.” “yo
so what’s the dialogue about the hogg boss, that is?”
“he robbed the barber shop and he dropped four of our kids {oh word?}
he even shook down the jerk chicken and the spots
hit ty for 30 g’s and 40 glocks.” as we
leave the estate, a vehicle tailgates
thinking of a plot or a plan to create a di_
_version, swerve through curves and through the grass
i gotta bolt fast, i find a station real fast
{ding, ding!} “habib, give me twenty on three.” “ayyo
word up, g. that’s the same black infiniti
from my crib they followed us, they park right there by
the school bus. buddha bless if they wan’ test
u.g., fix your vest. here they’re coming.” “uh huh.” “i can’t get
live with the two_five, so keep the engine running
then again, chill, pass my reese’s pieces
look what i sees: three white dt’s
now peep the ares that roll in. brothers on the wall
like pins when you’re bowling, plus the car is stolen
them kids doing bids, seven_to_ten.” “yeah”
“now who’s gonna stop us now? the good dwellas
the kingpins”
[hook: u.g. and phantasm] (x2)
mob hats, cigars, fat cars, and cellulars
it all comes together when you’re rolling with the good dwellas
give me the ends, the benz, plus the skins
it all comes together when you roll like the good dwellas

- nick wiz

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