[Intro]
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Yeah! Blaze ya dead homie MEC! Ten years in the making.. know about it, bitch!
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[Chorus x2]
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Dubsack, I got your back!
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Hand you that for the Andy Jack.
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Parked on mac in a purple lac, trying to fatten up my stacks.
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[Verse 1]
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Lookin for the twin twin twin
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Check the purple mac with the switches hand damn,
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From the back ben quarters B ten
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Auto mac cause I got a couple twelves to trade it for a sack.
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I got big way, and cut it straight up on,
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48 sacks and they all fat dubs,
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do the math cause making hand over fist paying six for a pound of that bubba kush shit,
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made them other hoes quit when I sealed up the block
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6 shotgun shells and only 2 shots,
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now it's my spot, my place to shine,
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my street, my curb make money on a dime
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Sup, you need a dime and I'm right on top,
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got me some nickelbacks for the bitches at the stop sign,
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just a little sample, only for the ample women,
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got a jackson and a dubsack you gettin'!
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 2]
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I take coin star notes to bottle return slips,
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phone cards, 360 points, I'm even with.
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I once took a headshot from this rap bitch,
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and the drought is raining over here, I got your fix.
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Paint your ass what it is it's the newest in the biz,
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By now they know mosquito I ain't fucking with no meds
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Only fuck with whole grain at the heaviest of strain.
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A dubsack a day, it'll take away your pain, take the pressure off your brain, take the worry out your mind,
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load a dubsack in a blunt, and get high in hell,
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to smoke, choke, you feelin' good right?
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Everything's a party when the dub's inside
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[Bridge x2]
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1 for the nickel,
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2 for the dime,
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20 for the dub of that bubba kind,
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1.50 for the quarter, 3 for the half,
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6 for the O with the pink giraffe
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YO!
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[Verse 3]
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All my lettes' and los' everybody knows
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that I'm out selling dubsacks after the shows.
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In the purple caddy out the back window
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15 for my fam, 20 for you other hoes.
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You know this shit is actual
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when a half on a digiscale
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2 grams of bud and a half of gram of baggies sale
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No stems or seeds, that shit has been gone.
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only keep the high gray, so you can get your smoke on,
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your homies get their coke on, rips from the glass,
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where burn the whole shack puts the smoke in the air,
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dubsacks I got em, best trees I got em,
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once you got a dub you can never live without em!
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[Chorus x2]
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[Bridge x2]
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15 for the juggalos,
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15 for the juggalos,
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15 for the juggalos,
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and 20 for you other hoes.
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[Chorus x2]
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Dub Sack
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Blaze Ya Dead Homie |