Good Dwellas - Nick Wiz

Let’s get

Deep, deep into the text, take a couple

Years back, how we used to flex, always into

Gear, the latest wear, Gucci kicks

Forty deuce flicks, fat links, and thick chicks

I started in the game pushing weight out of state and robbing

Spots and selling Legend Coupes to chop shop

Credit card scams?

I was too young for that

So I picked pockets and stole from the Gap

A 9-to-5?

Nah, they was bullsh…

I wanted ‘nough loot but didn’t wanna work for it

Years passed by, I got into the drug dealing

To skins I’m appealing, a Jetta I’m wheeling

This kid Tyheim said, «You can’t be the man

Selling hand-to-hand, you’ll barely make a grand,» and so

We started conversating and 8-ball-guzzling

Now I’m gun-smuggling and the money’s coming in

Me and my two-man crew, so what y’all

Wanna do?

Even put my partner U.G.

on two No diggy

Members tried to play important 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 Hogg tried to make my day

Wanted the Tall Man dead, but just easy, dread

Mob hats, cigars, fat cars, and cellulars

It all comes together when you’re rolling with the Good Dwellas

Give me the ends, the Benz, plus the skins

It all comes together when you roll like the Good Dwellas

August 15th

‘94, bop and my red shirt

Guest chick twisting up my dreadlocks.

It was a

Nice day, I was listening to Mary J

Blige, the phone rung.

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 answered it.

«What up?»

Hah, it was my nig' Tall Man.

«What up, son?»

«What up, kid?

How was that party for Def Jam?»

He said, «Yo, U.G., this is serious business Word

Come to my condo,» so I jetted with the quickness Aight, no doubt, no doubt

Before I left, slipped the vest on my back

I went to my gun rack and pulled off the MAC

Not a Big Mac, a MAC-10.

I’m Audi

In the maroon Typhoon, looking rowdy

A kid’s screwing 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, Pew!

I’m gone

On the radio «From the land…», it’s on

I make a left.

There it is.

Wait

I ring the intercom so he can open up the gates

And drive through, camera zoom on the plates

My nig' hooked up it up like his name was Scarface—huh!

Cool, Phan' was near the pool with two

Light-skinned cuties with G-strings up their booties

Phan', who’s the cheese?

«Ayyo, easy fella»

Tell ‘em ‘bout the story, how it go, the Good Dwellas"

Mob hats, cigars, fat cars, and cellulars

It all comes together when you’re rolling with the Good Dwellas

Give me the ends, the Benz, plus the skins

It all comes together when you roll like the Good Dwellas

The conversation

Begun, Phan' was vexed.

I can tell

‘Cause every time he spoke, the vein in his head would swell

He said, «Ayyo, this kid Boss Hogg is illing

He’s back on the street, and the idiot is killing

Our business.

What, is this man crazy?

U.G., I want him done, Ghost like Patrick Swayze.»

«Yo

So what’s the dialogue about the Hogg Boss, that is?»

«He robbed the barber shop and he dropped four of our kids (Oh word?)

He even shook down the jerk chicken and the spots

Hit Ty for 30 G’s and 40 Glocks.»

As we

Leave the estate, a vehicle tailgates

Thinking of a plot or a plan to create a di-

-version, swerve through curves and through the grass

I gotta bolt fast, I find a station real fast

(Ding, ding!) «Habib, give me twenty on three.»

«Ayyo

Word up, G. That’s the same black Infiniti

From my crib they followed us, they park right there by

The school bus.

Buddha bless if they wan' test

U.G., fix your vest.

Here they’re coming.»

«Uh huh.»

«I can’t get

Live with the two-five, so keep the engine running

Then again, chill, pass my Reese’s Pieces

Look what I sees: three white DT’s

Now peep the Ares that roll in. Brothers on the wall

Like pins when you’re bowling, plus the car is stolen

Them kids doing bids, seven-to-ten.»

«Yeah»

«Now who’s gonna stop us now?

The Good Dwellas

The kingpins»

Mob hats, cigars, fat cars, and cellulars

It all comes together when you’re rolling with the Good Dwellas

Give me the ends, the Benz, plus the skins

It all comes together when you roll like the Good Dwellas