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letra de good dwellas - cella dwellas

[verse 1: phantasm & ug]

let’s get deep, deep into the text
take ya couple years back, how we used to flex
always into gear, the latest wear
coogi, kicks, forty deuce flicks
fat minks and thick chicks
started in the game pushin’ weight outta state
and robbin’ spots and sellin’ legit coupes to chop shop
credit card scams, i was too young for that
so a pickpocket [?] stole from the [?]
a 9to5, nah they was bullsh-
i wanted ’nuff loot but didn’t wanna work for it
years p-ssed by, i got into the drug dealin’
to skins i’m appealin’, a jetta, i’m real and
this kid tyheim said ”you can’t be the man
sellin’ hand to hand, you barely make a grand”
so we started conversatin’, an 8 ball guzzlin’
now i’m gun smugglin’ and the money’s comin’ in
me and my 2 man crew so what ya’ll wanna do?
even put my partner ug on [?]
members tried to play and put in 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 hog tried to make my day
wanted the tall man dead but just eased a dread

[hook: ug & phantasm]

mob hats, cigars, fat cars and cellulars
it all comes together when ya rollin’ with the good dwellas
gimme the ends, the benz plus the skins
it all comes together when ya roll like the good dwellas

[verse 2: ug & phantasm]

[?], ’94, bobbin’ my red shirt
guest chick twistin’ up my dreadlocks
it was a nice day, i was listenin’ to mary j… blige
the phone rang, 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 entered it, huh, it was my nig’ tall man (what up son?)
what up kid? how was that party for def jam?
he said ”yo ug, this is serious business (word)
come to my condo” so i jetted with the quickness (no doubt)
before i left, slipped the vest off my back
i went to my gun rack and pulled off the mac
not a big mac, a mac-10, the mouthy
in the maroon typhoon lookin’ rowdy
a kid’s booin’ 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, i’m gone
on the radio ”from the land…”, it’s on
i make a left, there it is, wait
i ring the inter console, he can open up the gates
and drive through, camera zoom on the plate
my nig’ hooked up it up like his name was scarface, huh
cool, phan was in the pool
with two light skin cuties with g-strings up the booties
phan, who’s the cheese? h-ll, easy fella
tell ’em ’bout the story how it go to good dwellas

[hook: ug & phantasm]

mob hats, cigars, fat cars and cellulars
it all comes together when ya rollin’ with the good dwellas
gimme the ends, the benz plus the skins
it all comes together when ya roll like the good dwellas

[verse 3: ug & phantasm]

the conversation begun, phan was vexed, i can tell
’cause everytime he spoke the vein in his head would swell
he said ”a-yo this kid boss hog is illin’
he’s back on the street and the idiot is k!llin’ our business
what, is this man crazy?
ug i want ’em done, ghost like patrick swayze”
yo so what’s the dialogue about the hard boss that is?
he robbed the barber shop and he dropped for all the kids
he even shook down the jerk chicken and the spot
hit top a 30 g’s and 40 glocks
as we leave the estate, a vehicle tailgates
thinkin’ of a plot or a plan to create a diverse
[?] course into the gr-ss
i gotta bow fast and find a station real fast (ding, ding)
habeeb gimme 20 on three
uh yeah word up g, that’s the same black infiniti
from my crib they followed us
they parked right there by the school bus
[?] if they won’t test
ug fix your vest, here they comin’
i can’t get live with the two five, so keep the engine runnin’
then again chill, p-ss my reeses pc’s
look what i sees, 3 white dt’s
i peeps the aeries that roll in
brother’s on the wall like pins when ya bowlin’
plus the car was stolen
them kids doin’ bits havin’ a ten
now who’s gonna stop us now? the good dwellas, the kingpin

[hook: ug & phantasm]

mob hats, cigars, fat cars and cellulars
it all comes together when ya rollin’ with the good dwellas
gimme the ends, the benz plus the skins
they’ll all come together when ya roll like the good dwellas

mob hats, cigars, fat cars and cellulars
it all comes together when ya rollin’ with the good dwellas
gimme the ends, the benz plus the skins
it all comes together when ya roll like the good dwellas

- cella dwellas

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