Kickin' Flav, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Yeah (yeah)

Dubside's finest in this mufugga

You know what I'm sayin? Junya you know

Westside Junya, ya feel me? Aye

Through the city I'm maneuvering doing shit just to do it

Got em wading through the wave cuz the flow give em is fluid

Used to ride inside that Buick station wagon, I ain't bragging

Shit was lucid. Even in that Accord they loved me like Lucy

Sippin' on Duplin or is it Duplin?

I'm outta Dublin. That be city. You don't like it?

Nigga, Fuck ya, you can hate, I still love ya

My hospitality southern out that dirty

Imma give em that country that's why they love me

And luckily comin' outta da Dub why they fuck with me

But they don't fuck with me cuz they know that pistol be tucked on me

My 1st album a classic, that's why my listeners is stuck on me

Told em I'm out that dirty, they wonder why all this mud on me

Link up with my lady, she fuck on me at the double tree

And only when her mouth ain't on me is when I'm sucka free

It's lonely at the top and the bottom is where you bustas be

Sucka ass niggas man. Peep this shit

Same ole shit it's just a different day

You ain't stackin' paper then you in the way

Shawty love the way a nigga kickin' flava

Getting to that money I be getting paid

I remember comin up on the west side Dub

Papa bear was always fresh, I was too clean as a cub

In that Celica, On the south side, they show hella love

Ain't no pressure bruh cuz daddy had that glock, don't mess with us

I remember I was 12, 12 put my unc in a cell

On ya friends you never snitch, if you did they give you hell

I did good in class cuz Ma would whoop my ass if I would fail

I was mad as shit but that's the shit that kept me outta jail

I had snakeskin boots with that polo fit

If you ain't up on this, you don't know shit

I had rose gold six

And whenever papa noticed a problem

Know that he solved it rollin' with a loaded revolver

These folks be low as shit but they supposed to be bosses

Thinkin' you don't notice shit and how they movements be awful

Niggas be plottin cuz they know I'm fly as a saucer

Pull that Canik off hip they get to running like faucets, damn

Same ole shit it's just a different day

You ain't stackin' paper then you in the way

Shawty love the way a nigga kickin' flava

Getting to that money I be getting paid

Same ole shit it's just a different day

You ain't stackin' paper then you in the way

Shawty love the way a nigga kickin' flava

Getting to that money I be getting paid

Yeah Westside Junya, you feel what I'm saying

Comin' straight out that mud, you feel me?

Shout out my niggas out there, Shout out my boy Deezy

Shout out my boy 93 Sneaky. Shout out my boy Reo

You know what I'm sayin? Shout out cuzo 'nem

Shout out 41Murkk ya feel me? You know what I'm sayin?

Shout out Pulley P, Shout out Baby Vlone Ya feel me?

Papi