Good Dwellas (Radio Edit)

Cella Dwellas - “Good Dwellas”
[Emcee(s): Phantasm and U.G.]
[Producer(s): Nick Wiz]
[Bassline: DJ Slice]
[Sample 1 (Multiple Elements): Les McCann - “Go on and Cry” (0:00)]
[Sample 2 (Hook/Riff): Cannonball Adderley & Nat Adderley Sextet - “Aquarius” (0:00)]

[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
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

[Hook: U.G. and Phantasm]
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

[Verse 2: U.G.]
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”

[Hook: U.G. and Phantasm]
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

[Verse 3: U.G., Phantasm, and (Ad-Libs)]
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”

[Hook: U.G. and Phantasm] x2
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