J-W, E- DOUBLE S



Dont We Double Best



Tracks Tear Holes In Ya Bubble Vests



Trouble..Yes..when ya hear tha words



Bang this from the city til im near the 'burbs







[Hook (Kulaia & J Wess)]



Bang This In Da Club



(Imma spray the joint)



And If u wanna get loud



(you gotta play this joint)



No Dress Code, No Guest Lists, No Charge



(A small change, but i must stress this, im so LAARGE!)



Bang This In Da Club



(Imma spray the joint)



And If u wanna get loud



(you cant fade the joint)



And yo, this is for tha wannabe riders with no cars



I'd be just like you if i wasnt so LAARGE!







[Verse 1 (MC Digga)]



Id bet you'd like to know what happens when the lights go off



the mic go off, dont even try to fight the force



Im tryin to lock it down globally like microsoft



Blaze tracks, but ive never been the type to floss



Wipe the floors with fake ass rappers, they aint moving the crowd



i showed you before, plus im proving it now (and smoothing it

out)



I still bring the ruckus to this and while you home on the couch

(i stay up in the mix)



you got a bad attitude, thats something to fix



Im gettin love from ya crew, coz they be pumpin my dick



think nothing of this, i could do it my sleep YA FEEL



so while you non-talent muhfuckers keep shit real



i keep shit still to stay on point, till im paid the oint



Bangin the club, my lyrics spray the joint



keep the dance floor wet so you can get ya slide on



so why track this hit, watch me get my glide on







[Hook]







[Verse 2 (MC Digga)]



Check my comand of the english language its expansive



at a club with drink bars, new kicks, new chicks to dance with



thats not my most of operandi, understand, I



redefine the role of the villian, respect the bad guy



Award winning sentences, acclaimed critical lyrical



Most of ya'll just spit generical references



Its very circuitous, 360 degrees in fact



breeze through ya down and leave with my steeds in tact



with ease i rap, you chopping mad takes for a verse



bullshit punches, my hunches, you should wait and rehearse



stop i heard the hot shit and your not it



you need to cop this, steady drop this, heavy rock shit



its over, HUH, ya'll aint heard, im the deacon of words



freaking the verb, while you speaking absurd



take some decent reserve, with foot soldiers with balls big as

boulders



to move obstacles so save your acting for the movie







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[Verse 3 (MC Digga)]



Yo rapping is dead, i dont spit, i flow



flip the script, nahh, stick to the shit you know



the clique you owe, and dick you blow belong to me



got ya shit on to me, my word is Bond like Sean Connery



Ladies still feel me when im 75



point oh 9 with no license, still ready to drive



I study the vibe, its like that R&B classic, track shit



rappers act spastic, when i flash hits



So merge ya words with virgin herbs



aint my function, dont wanna keep the peace, i'd rather punch em



Straight hard hits of the target, im never sprayin



came in here with my fist in ya mouth, so what u saying



I aint claimed the shit, you haters stay on the dick



all you do is talk about us, naysayin the clique, im saying ya

sick



gastro interitis and all that flowing tight as the format







[Hook]