Irv Da Phenom - Sup Doe? lyrics

[Intro] Yo… Listen up… This is officially a DMG thing as of right now If you ain't down with the DMG rebels, get your a** up out the way Cause it's about to go down! [Verse 1-Irv Da Phenom] Yo Ok I'm a Kansas City rhyming a** Always out here grinding a** Keep your girl from [?] a** Rebel a**, boy You's a 42 faking a** s**er, player, hating a** Lil' Debbie baking a** Stankin' a**, boy Oh you mad Cause I'm styling on you When you rapping they be turning down the volume on you You will never ever ever have a crown above you Make ‘em realize that there's about a thousand of you And there's one of me And I'm gonna be Comin' in Wit-with enough game to make your main dame change lanes Telling me that she want me and she need me to beat it up Getting freaky ‘til I'm hopping up in them Dungarees Hold up now Better recognize who you dealing with Front like you ain't feeling this You can drink gorilla piss Been fronting on me so long that I'm kicking on the door now You better open up before I have to break the door down [Hook] What's up doe? What's up doe? Better open up or else I'm busting through the front door What's up doe? What's up doe? You know I'm the illest homie, what you tryna front for? What's up doe? What's up doe? You know you don't want it homie, who you tryna stunt for? What's up doe? What's up doe? You ain't come to kick it baby, what you in the car for? [Verse 2-Irv Da Phenom] Ok it's a party yo Time to get retarded yo Bunch of baby mammas getting topless like its Mardi Gras Back when I first started, y'all Wasn't all up on my balls Now I'm shopping in walmart to cop a pair of larger drawers Aw man, These s**ers still front I'm still getting my money, You n***as still bumming I hit your girly like a deer off in the headlights Has she kissed you in your mouth after she showed me what the head like? Uuuhh… I know it hurts I used to have no dough at first But now I'm getting paid to hit the stage and make ‘em go berserk It's DMG until the d**h of me, my rebels scream it loud I'm chilling like what up doe Who think they bad? Bring ‘em out [Hook] [Verse 3- Homework Jones] Welcome to this DMG Rebel thing, we ain't no gang We just want that money Along with it, I guess, come that thing But we'll still bust your brain If you talking reckless man Riding through our city Wyling out, while we switching lanes I just want that money, (money) Y'all just acting dumb, (dummy) You ain't taking nothing from me But my squad think you hard You softer then a push-up bra You's a broad, acting fraud Y'all ain't ordinary dog How'd you know that we's a bus Hustle then we pay that cost Even if it was a loss Lesson learned, tables turned Now them benzes all we earn Slick talker, flow smoother then a f**ing west coast spur These n***as is really tripping like they been smoking, sure I don't know, (I don't know) What you think, (what you think) I think they pussies, (think they pussies) And they stink, (Damn) Well there you go, (there you go) It's a rap, (It's a rap) I'm hopping out, on the floor Yelling out what up doe [Hook]