Good Dwellas

[Verse 1: Phantasm]
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
Started in the game pushin' weight out of state
And robbin' spots and sellin' 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 (Uh)? Nah, they was bullsh...
I wanted 'nough loot but didn't wanna work for it
Years passed by, I got into the drug dealin'
To skins I'm appealin', a Jetta I'm wheelin'
This kid Tyheim said ''You can’t be the man
Sellin' hand-to-hand, you'll barely make a grand''
So we started conversatin' and 8-ball-guzzlin'
Now I'm gun-smugglin' and the money's comin' in
Me and my two-man crew, so what y'all wanna do?
Even put my partner U.G. on two (No diggity)
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 ease it, dread

[Chorus: U.G. and Phantasm]
Mob hats, cigars, fat cars, and cellulars
It all comes together when you're rollin' with the Good Dwellas
Give me the ends, the Benz plus the skins
It all comes together when you roll like the Good Dwellas

[Verse 2: U.G. and Phantasm]
August 15th, '94, bop and my red shirt
Guest chick twistin' up my dreadlocks
It was a nice day, I was listenin' 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, huh, 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, lookin' rowdy
A kid's screwin' 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? Hell, easy fella
Tell 'em 'bout the story how it go, the Good Dwellas

[Chorus: U.G. and Phantasm]
Mob hats, cigars, fat cars, and cellulars
It all comes together when you're rollin' with the Good Dwellas
Give me the ends, the Benz plus the skins
It all comes together when you roll like the Good Dwellas

[Verse 3: U.G. and Phantasm]
The conversation begun, Phan was vexed, I can tell
'Cause every time he spoke, the vein in his head would swell
He said ''A-yo, this kid Boss Hogg is illin'
He's back on the street and the idiot is killin'
Our business, what, is this man crazy?
U.G. I want 'em 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
Thinkin' of a plot or a plan to create a diversion
Swerve through curves and through the grass
I gotta bolt fast, I find a station real fast (Ding, ding!)
Habib gimme twenty on three
A-yo, 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 comin' (Uh-huh)
I can’t get live with the two-five, so keep the engine runnin'
Then again chill, pass my Reese's Pieces
Look what I sees, three white DT's
I peeps the Ares that roll in, brothers on the wall
Like pins when you're bowlin' plus the car is stolen
Them kids doin' bids, seven-to-ten (Yeah)
Now who's gonna stop us now? The Good Dwellas, the kingpins

[Chorus: U.G. and Phantasm]
Mob hats, cigars, fat cars, and cellulars
It all comes together when you're rollin' with the Good Dwellas
Give me the ends, the Benz plus the skins
It all comes together when you roll like the Good Dwellas
Mob hats, cigars, fat cars, and cellulars
It all comes together when you're rollin' with the Good Dwellas
Give me the ends, the Benz plus the skins
It all comes together when you roll like the Good Dwellas