lover man Let em know you're a real rapper, would ya?) [The DOC] (More than just a little bit, better than my competitor) [VERSE 1: Dangerous Dame] Beginnin to end, Dame
(feat. Dame Dash, Jim Jones) [Dame Dash + Parlae] How rich y'all niggaz wanna be? (Franchize!) You wanna be a millionaire? (D-F-B...Bitch!) You wanna
what you gonna do? You aint got the foggiest aint got a clue Got a little fame Yea i got game Get my way with your dame just on my name All i gotta say
paper, takin y'all to walls [Chorus x2] [Outro: DJ Clue] DJ Clue.. Desert Storm The Professional, Pt. 2 Stupid! Fetch out.. Dame Dash My nigga Jigga
Envy)] Gotta love it (You gotta love it) Young! Desert Storm - it's the Roc! It's what we do, beotch! (Fat shout, whole Roc-A-Fella, Dame Dash) I'm just
that nigga that's a comeback Need a new hustle already done rap Tired of the same cash so I called Dame Dash My CD, is real, it's Smitty and Millz Live
Do it, daddy) You know how we roll, mobbin' out of control Do you really wanna ride with me (Do it, daddy, yeah) You see the screens on the dash, heavy
dash I come through in a two-thousand-fo' Chicks holla out, "UH-OH!" like I'm Nelly Yo, I come with the real front page Like Dame did, homeboy in "Backstage
niggas that give my name over to feds I dump slugs in ya pull ya chain over ya head I could hire trained soldiers instead Cause I rather flip shit call a dame
and spit twelve at the driver's side door of your Range Six hit you, the other six, up in your dame Mafia style, leave you with your watch and your chains
Angeles Pop by the tech, in the grave you lay If you clock my neck like Flava Flav Nigga, but anyway holmes, my name in your dame phone Didn't even drop
, once you see that four o'clock-tro Hot foe, wanna beef with shells like a taco Lame ass, you and your dame suck cock together The way your 'dame dash
I got (99 Problems) but my rhyme is not a problem (ye-yeah!) I'm evolvin with the talent, stay showin my ass Why the hell you think Jay-Z and Dame Dash
I'm talkin' 'bout straight cash [Verse 1: Gorilla Zoe] I get straight cash, I mean, break fast Highway hustler, bricks behind the break glass I'm on that Dame Dash
no stash spot, when you in Compton ask coppers If that Aston Martin's the same color as grass hoppers I'm runnin the rock, not J, Dame Dash of Hoffa So
family now, a house made of bricks Four grown ass kids and aint none of them shit She still my bitch so I stayed around But she always tryna Dash when other Dame
Better yet the army, the U.S. Navy And tell Slim, I was raised on Cash Money They can't kick me outta shit, I ain't Dame Dash, dummies I'm the gang rapper
Beefin All About Let Me Tell You Bout The Boys And Where They Come From Grew Up In Nice Town How They Call They Self The Young Gunz Dame Dash Left Now