D-Mac - Wussup lyrics

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D-Mac - Wussup lyrics

(Excerpt: Martin Lawrence): Wuzup, Wuzup, Wuzzup!! (Chorus:D-Mac) These n***as know whats up These b**hes know whats up These n***as know whats up These b**hes know whats up They know whats up You know whats up They know whats up You know whats up These n***as know whats up These b**hes know whats up These n***as know whats up These b**hes know whats up They know whats up You know whats up They know whats up You know whats up (Verse 1:D-Mac) Who getting paper? Me Who got the hoes? Me Who stay's fresh to d**h? Who keep's it G? Let em know, Me, Me I look in the mirror, call it how I see it Ain't nobody realer, n***as wanna be me b**hes chase me like a dog bone I got the juice like a charged phone The trending topic, baby log on Sippin top shelf alcohol Weed come's from cali, belt buckle bally Kangol bucket, your ole lady loves me Og's salute, like young n***a what it do I pay my respects, I make lots of checks Life ain't all about money but you can't live life without it Jack boys wanna take it from me but these hitters with me really bout it, bow (Chorus:D-Mac) These n***as know whats up These b**hes know whats up These n***as know whats up These b**hes know whats up They know whats up You know whats up They know whats up You know whats up (Verse 2: D-Mac) f**ed around and made a check today, focused when i comes to that Met a b**h and had some s** today, I ain't never doubling back Ran into my ex yesterday, sh**ted on her with them racks You ain't f**ing with me, facts You ain't f**ing with me, facts (Chorus:D-Mac) These n***as know whats up These b**hes know whats up These n***as know whats up These b**hes know whats up They know whats up You know whats up They know whats up You know whats up (Verse 3:D-Mac) We're the realest n***as in the city She ain't sitting with me less she's pretty Bad b**h look like Ca**ie, and she ain't sitting with you less you're ditty She like's a bad boy with a lot of cash and a lot of swag Ciroc bottles and them red bottoms and them prada bags baby holler back I got it f** with me you know I got it I'm from Dade County you know I'm bout it It goes from this to that, never that to this Never been with that backwards sh** And never been with that acting sh**, naw (Outro) You know whats up (Repeat until fade)