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:
 Hatas 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 Lou Sends
 Cuz 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

 Ice Cube (Chorus):
 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 sleepwalk
 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 chests 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 a rolex to fill 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 crypts to blunts to latinos
 I'm down with any nigga that's down for makin' sceno's
 Illegal, a dozen egos can't lie
 I'm addicted to totin' fiends for them birds that don't fly
 'Cuz real g's chase g's and shake busts
 Look out 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, gay 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