ALLFRUMTHA-I

ALLFRUMTHA-I - UNTHINKABLE lyrics

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Yeah, once again the undefeated Dub S C G

Squeak Ru, Binky Mack, huh, AllFrumThaI

Worldwide, baby

(Verse 1 -Squeak Ru)

In Southern California niggas don't play fair

We hittin switches in [hoops ?], makin bitches titties bounce in the air

Tryna take a G, flip wit the 2.3, so I can move my family

You gotta go for what you know

You either die for the hood or find a out the ghetto

Millionaire is the word

Niggas gotta catch them a bird

Take flight from the curb

I'm sprayin fools like [Eversoft ?]

Jack a nigga, make his bitch dance in the [???]hall

I don't play shit

I hate pay shit

Swang wit the Bloods

And truce wit the [curb grip ?]

Chorus:

All I can dream is the undreamable

All I can think is the unthinkable

Explodin like a goddamn bomb

Niggas be alarmed, the Fat Man spread like napalm

Inhale it in ya chest, baby

Inhale it in ya chest, baby, Worldwide

Inhale it in ya chest, baby

Inhale it in ya chest, baby, Westside

(Verse 2 -Squeak Ru)

I'm from Dub S, swing it to the C

Squeak be the shit cuz, nigga, I'm a G

Bangin on tha muthafuckin microphone

Mashin on ya niggas to peel yo dome

Fuck witta best on tha planet

Grab the microphone and watch niggas panic

You see, they can't fuck wit the unfadeable

[Wreckin ?] niggas turn em into hateables

Tryna get rich wit these grips

I treat the world like a cake, I want the cream in the middle

Down wit Manson and the Big Fish

The Jankiest One will bring the defwish

Westside! Steady [???] niggas swellin

I signed a life-time contract wit the 3 time felons

Now we standin back to back

Countin cheddar by the Gs, stack to stack

Chorus

(Verse 3 -Squeak Ru)

I make niggas to forget about rap

Their heads get to bobbin and their feet is the [check ?]

Once was a hater but now he's a fan

Standin by my side, sayin "Squeak you da man"

Stepped out the smog in 1996

[Jacked ?] a nigga for the west, now I'm tryna sold this bitch

And I'ma stay down for life

Bitch gotta love the Dub to be my wife

I can't stop till my pockets get the most

So I'ma stay high and make the music [???]

So do you like criminals

Cuz I got the sack that you know you fiendin fo'

Because...

Chorus

Now tell some...was that big deseez?

Huh, you goddamn right. That was big deseez!

Once again, the Fat Man, the Tycoon, AllFrumThai

Worldwide, baby

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