Kickin' Flav, Pt. 2 Video (MV)

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, F*ck 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 f*ck with me
But they don't f*ck 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 f*ck 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