D-Boy Blues Lyrics

(feat. Levitti)

[B-Legit:]
Aight, check game playboy
It`s like this here
In this motherfuckin game mayne
Shit ain`t always gon` be gravy playboy, see
Thangs ain`t always gon` go your way, y`knahmsayin?
You better take the bitter with the sweet
If you want to survive in these motherfuckin streets
But peep it doe

I got kind in my mackin, I started to stackin in the Valle`
You see I sent that bitch named, Sally
To the track with a big fat sack of the crack
And told her don`t come back, until she did that
Cause shit was gettin funky out in the Bay
You couldn`t find a good plug, from here to L.A.
Cause niggaz get sheisty and sell you bunk
And no scratch, but these gats, gon` equal funk
You cain`t be no punk, get slabbed in yo` truck
And roll around town with the beat on pump
Have yo` eardrums leakin from the beatin of the series 2`s
Bitch... I got the D-Boy Blues

[Chorus x2: B-Legit]
The blues bitch, the blues hoe
I know some niggaz in my crew, that done had `em befo`
I got the blues bitch, the blues hoe
("Stretched, I guess I got the D-Boy Blues")

[B-Legit:]
My family get this call from this fool
Who said he knew this fool, said this fool was cool
Said that his daddy was a mason with a major supply
And I can get some thangs as long as I buy 5
I really wasn`t trippin cause I had the cash
But if it goes down funky I`ma smoke yo` ass
Hung up the phone and I was up, put the mill` on the tuck
The speakerbox in the Chevy truck
I`m at the spot a hundred G`s, and my strap
I done beeped this fool twice and he ain`t call back
Now where he at, schemin on Legit the Savage
Wanna wrap me up and ride away with the cabbage
Everybody startin to look like the FBI
I`m hella paranoid dude, but now I`m hella high
It ain`t fly for this nigga from the H-I-double-L
With no motherfuckin dope to sell

[Chorus]

[B-Legit:]
I spend my last, ephedrine and some pirate`s glass
I got my mask, whippin up some dope fast
Or a little {?} 57 is a rag
Hydronic ash shit is known to keep the fiends blastin
Mix together, cook it up on a Bronson burner
Cause that fire have you higher than that Ike Turner
Hours later, it`s lookin good for this player
Oil formed and I just got my third layer
And if it`s cool, yo` nigga yellin fuck the collar
Fo` times my mail, with the sales an hour
Jackin off my cash, buyin up hella toys
And all I`m fuckin with is rich-ass white boys
Took him out the glass but he lookin dirty white
Washed him off with the acetone to get him right
Who got a light, and when yo` nigga lit the flame
He`ll bam-boof with the roof, and e`rythang
Am I to blame, fo` niggaz havin bad luck?
Too much dirt, is that stoppin me from comin up?
Well I don`t know, but I`m po` and I need a few
Got yo` boy stressed out, I got the D-Boy Blues

[Chorus]