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know I'm a leave you niggaz that wave though Boss Don Biggavel', Byrd gang Gotta love it, yeah Public Domain 2 shit for you niggaz baby So wavy Shouts to my boy Midel Barrio Got the smiley faces back in the building Nigga Al Pac, what's good baby, Gain Greene\nRon Gida, Mike Bruno, ya know\nIt is what it is\n\nI'm 'bout to blow me a dub\nI need a swig of Grand Cru to take the pain away The sour sarinates my soul (You better show me some love) We sell seven bricks of caine today\nWhat's the matter, what ya hold (It's like my homies are buzzed) I'm a pour a lil' liquor on the curb for my homies, see ya at the crossroads (You niggaz better show me some love) Show me some love","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Blow Me a Dub\n  artist: Max B\n  album: Library of a Legend, Vol. 14\n  duration_ms: 194000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  See we all medicate our pains some ways This is what we do\n\n  I'm 'bout to blow me a dub\n  I need a 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hoes\n  (This for my homies and thugs)\n  I'ma pour a lil' liquor on the curb for my homies\n  See you at the crossroads\n  (You niggas better show me some love)\n  Show me some love\n  Niggas tried they best to hurt me, come and catch the birdie\n  I'm Tom Brady, you a Testeverde\n  Yeah, old, washed-up with no arm strength\n  He don't show no remorse, he ain't got a conscience\n  He ain't got the don sense to be the boss\n  Who that nigga they talkin' 'bout, that he need the cost\n  Biggavel', bet I prove 'em wrong again just like the last wave\n  I only get the money, hit the honeys that be nasty\n  Blast me, caught 'em off the lean, took his breath away\n  The ratchay, tore him off his jeans, took his vest away\n  Spend 50, put the rest away, tuck my metal hold\n  750 for a rainy day, cuz you'll never know\n  Know he got that better blow, Ds tried to crept strong\n  The Ds'll still a 9 even when stepped on\n  The sourman, throw me dub, the powderman, show me love\n  95 off a 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him off his jeans, took his vest away Spend 50, put the rest away, tuck my metal hold 750 for a rainy day, cause you'll never know Know he got that better blow, Ds tried to crept strong The Ds'll steal a 9 even when stepped on The sourman, throw me dub, the powderman, show me love 95 off a high-speed drive\n\nI'm 'bout to blow me a dub\nI need a swig of Grand Cru to take the pain away The sour sarinates my soul (You better show me some love) We sell seven bricks of caine today\nWhat's the matter, what ya hold (It's like my homies are buzzed) I'm a pour a lil' liquor on the curb for my homies, see ya at the crossroads (You niggaz better show me some love) Show me some love Nigga better show me some love man\n\nAll this wave I bring to the game Y'all niggaz better Biggavel' that love man Might have to go back in, ya know Might have to go do that 30, ya know Fuck it, ya know I'm a leave you niggaz that wave though Boss Don Biggavel', Byrd gang Gotta love it, yeah Public Domain 2 shit for 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seven bricks of 'caine a day\nWhat's the matter with y'all hoes?\nThis for my homies and thugs\nI'ma pour a lil' liquor on the curb for my homies\nSee you at the crossroads\nYou niggas better show me some love (show love, love)\nShow me some love\n\nLet's go, uh, yeah\nNiggas tried they best to hurt me (hurt me), come and catch the birdie (birdie)\nI'm Tom Brady, you a Testaverde (Testaverde?)\nYeah, old, washed-up with no arm strength\nHe don't show no remorse, he ain't got a conscience\nHe ain't got the don sense to be the boss\nWho that nigga they talkin' 'bout, that be me of course\nBiggavel', bet I prove 'em wrong again just like the last wave\nI only get the money, hit the honeys that be nasty\n\nBlast me, caught 'em off the lean, took his breath away\nThe ratchay, tore him off his jeans, took his vest away\nSpend 50, put the rest away, tuck my metal low\n750 for a rainy day, 'cause you'll never know\nKnow he got that better blow, Ds tried to crept strong (strong)\nThe Ds'll still a nine even when stepped on\nThe sourman, throw me dub, the powderman, show me love\n95 off a high-speed drive\n\nI'm 'bout to blow me a dub\nI need a swig of Grand Cru to take the pain away\nThe sour serenades my soul (you better show me some love)\nWe sell seven bricks of 'caine a day\nWhat's the matter with y'all hoes?\nThis for my homies and thugs (my niggas on top)\nI'ma pour a lil' liquor on the curb for my homies\nSee you at the crossroads\nYou niggas better show me some love (show me some love, yeah)\nShow me some love\n\nNiggas better show me some love, man\nAll this wave I bring to the game\nY'all niggas better show Biggavel' that love, man\nMight have to go back in, ya know\nMight have to go do that 30, ya know\n\nFuck it, ya know\nI'ma leave you niggas that wave, though, uh\nBoss Don Biggavel', Byrd gang\nGotta love it, yeah\nPublic Domain two shit for you niggas, baby\nSo wavy\n\nShouts to my boy Midel Barrio\nGot the smiley faces back in the building\nMy nigga Al Pac, what's good, baby? You gettin' green?\nRon Gida, Mike Bruno, ya know\nIt is what it is, yeah\n\nI'm 'bout to blow me a dub\nI need a swig of Grand Cru to take the pain away\nThe sour serenades my soul (you better show me some love)\nWe sell seven bricks of 'caine a day\nWhat's the matter with y'all hoes?\nThis for my homies and thugs\nI'ma pour a lil' liquor on the curb for my homies\nSee you at the crossroads\nYou niggas better show me some love (show me some love, baby)\nShow me some love","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.04] Niggas tried they best\n[00:01.05] Niggas-niggas tried they best\n[00:02.50] Niggas-niggas-niggas-niggas-niggas\n[00:04.19] Niggas tried they best to hurt me\n[00:06.16] Come and catch the birdie (that's right)\n[00:08.45] It's your boy Max B, man\n[00:09.61] Y'all niggas kick back and enjoy this ride\n[00:11.03] See, we all medicate our pain some ways\n[00:13.77] Shower ready, get your Ws ready (get your weed up)\n[00:16.45] Let's go, yeah\n[00:17.85] I'm 'bout to blow me a dub\n[00:19.81] Only a swig of Grand Cru can take the pain away\n[00:22.37] The sour serenades my soul (you better show me some love)\n[00:26.61] We sell seven bricks of 'caine a day\n[00:28.50] What's the matter with y'all hoes?\n[00:30.16] This for my homies and thugs\n[00:31.98] I'ma pour a lil' liquor on the curb for my homies\n[00:34.88] See you at the crossroads\n[00:35.83] You niggas better show me some love (show love, love)\n[00:39.92] Show me some love\n[00:41.57] Let's go, uh, yeah\n[00:43.67] Niggas tried they best to hurt me (hurt me), come and catch the birdie (birdie)\n[00:47.04] I'm Tom Brady, you a Testaverde (Testaverde?)\n[00:49.87] Yeah, old, washed-up with no arm strength\n[00:52.62] He don't show no remorse, he ain't got a conscience\n[00:55.77] He ain't got the don sense to be the boss\n[00:58.29] Who that nigga they talkin' 'bout, that be me of course\n[01:01.17] Biggavel', bet I prove 'em wrong again just like the last wave\n[01:04.75] I only get the money, hit the honeys that be nasty\n[01:07.83] Blast me, caught 'em off the lean, took his breath away\n[01:10.65] The ratchay, tore him off his jeans, took his vest away\n[01:13.90] Spend 50, put the rest away, tuck my metal low\n[01:17.09] 750 for a rainy day, 'cause you'll never know\n[01:20.05] Know he got that better blow, Ds tried to crept strong (strong)\n[01:23.40] The Ds'll still a nine even when stepped on\n[01:25.94] The sourman, throw me dub, the powderman, show me love\n[01:29.09] 95 off a high-speed drive\n[01:30.92] I'm 'bout to blow me a dub\n[01:32.57] I need a swig of Grand Cru to take the pain away\n[01:35.16] The sour serenades my soul (you better show me some love)\n[01:39.27] We sell seven bricks of 'caine a day\n[01:41.33] What's the matter with y'all hoes?\n[01:43.16] This for my homies and thugs (my niggas on top)\n[01:44.93] I'ma pour a lil' liquor on the curb for my homies\n[01:46.93] See you at the crossroads\n[01:48.84] You niggas better show me some love (show me some love, yeah)\n[01:52.60] Show me some love\n[01:54.30] Niggas better show me some love, man\n[01:57.41] All this wave I bring to the game\n[02:00.32] Y'all niggas better show Biggavel' that love, man\n[02:03.53] Might have to go back in, ya know\n[02:06.60] Might have to go do that 30, ya know\n[02:09.68] Fuck it, ya know\n[02:12.47] I'ma leave you niggas that wave, though, uh\n[02:15.76] Boss Don Biggavel', Byrd gang\n[02:19.71] Gotta love it, yeah\n[02:21.94] Public Domain two shit for you niggas, baby\n[02:25.54] So wavy\n[02:27.56] Shouts to my boy Midel Barrio\n[02:30.70] Got the smiley faces back in the building\n[02:33.79] My nigga Al Pac, what's good, baby? 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