Mm, mm, mm   [WC]   Aw Yeah   I'm wit this   It's me, the shadiest one   (Dub, callin' all dubs)   [Ice Cube]   Hot licks, hot licks    Comin' wit them hot licks, hot licks   Hit 'em wit them hot licks, hot licks   Rollin' with them hot licks   Hot licks   [WC]   Haters steppin to me, they wanna get some   But I'ma dub, yo, yo, you know the outcome   Another victory, they can't get wit' me   Smoke from the left so coupe it's all they ever see   I'm on the grind, I got's to get mine, loc   I been puttin' it down since the days of low pro, so   Why's everybody now hatin' on me? (why?)   Could it be I'm runnin' wit the dub SCG   Or is it that I'm countin my riches   Getting' my fingernails cleaned   And being braided by the finest bitches   Whateva the case you need to back up off my Benz   Keep my name out yo mouth and slow down like loose ends   'cause I wrote for gears, y'all   Came to 'fore I served all y'all    I deserve my R y'all   Dub C, the new leader of the pack   Wit' the brand new sack, and yo, I can't hold back   Chorus: Ice Cube   It ain't a problem that I can't fix,   And I can do it wit' yo bitch   So if you lookin' for trouble and you wanna feel muscle    All up against yo brain   It'll weigh those troubles down the drain   I said I'll weigh those troubles down the drain   (Bang, bang dub C!)   [WC]   Not just braggin', snippin', saggin'   Bang when I talk make the whole world c-walk   I wants a little, yeah nigga, no doubt   I put myself in this game, and I'm the only one can take me out   The 4 droppa wit the Jocelyn complexion   Still love the women with tats and C-sections   Protection, got my own bodyguard nigga   Fuck security, sleep wit my finga on the trigga   A street scholar, born into nada go riff-rockin' prada   To rockin' shows in the Dama Fleet collar (hoo hooooo!)   Never thought a rapper can be livin' like this   All I wanted was for real loc's to feel my shit   Paid dues, curb served, for what, connected?   Sometimes feared but I'm never disrespected   Get the cash and mash, drivin' for the meal ticket   Stretch and takin' work, we gon get it, I can't hold back   Chorus   Get up, get up, get up, now throw your hood in the air   Let me know you out there   Eastside, Westside, South and up North   If y'all respect mines then I will respect yours   From the crips to bloods to latinos    I'm down with any nigga that's down for makin' c-notes   Illegal, a dozen egos can't lie   I'm addicted to twistin fools for them birds that don't fly   cause real G's chase cheese and shake busters   Cut for one another motherfuckin' color   We quick to bring it, but ain't got time for the drama   I'm all about stackin' dollaz and swangin' Impalas   I got my money to make, niggaz a gank, yea to chase   Keys a takin', bottles of paint, pounds of flip, a bottle of steak   Nigga to drink, pepper the bank, hose the brake, goes the weight   Foez the cane, but it's over, finish this game, what's my name?   (scratching)   I'm, I'm, I'm a dub to the C   I'ma dub to the C   I'ma dub to the C    I'ma dub to the C   Chorus   Bang bang   Hoo Hoooo!