Blazing track and once again the deuce shows why he is the most vivid game spitter in the game
Drama deuce is one of the hottest underground artist in the country
Lucion aka Drama Deuce The hottest underground rap Artist for 2006 with over 4000 cd’s sold independently through out the DFW area. Lucion now brings a classic underground cd to the streets entitled Underground Funk Volume 1” Lucion has the most versatile rap style that has ever been incorporated into this rap game. After relinquishing 10 years of his life to behavior modification units and maximum security prisons Lucion has risen like the phoenix to bring the hardest Underground music to ever hit the DFW area. This brother has Testimony to administer to the world, so all yall true music listeners check Lucion out he will be posted up in a hood near you.
Story behind the song
This somg is based on frustration ventilation
Lyrics
Chorus: Dear Mama, Dear Mama/ life got me stressed out smoking this marijuana/ is this all life has to offer/ 38. Revolvers/ ski mask, crack, and armed robbers/
Mama, Mama /Life got me stressed out smoking this marijuana/ is this all life has to offer/ 38. Revolvers,/ ski mask, crack, and armed robbers/.
1st Verse: Its imported/ you can snorted/ on my track and recorded/ two dollars a wop so all you cats can afforded/ and when you get a dose you will get addicted/ to the way I spitted/ its kind of wicked/ the way I flip it/ fuck what you heard /I’m selling my own cd’s/ but when the cops see me/ they pull me over like I’m smuggling a trunk full of birds/ I see the fiends on the curb/ and they think I’m superb/ up in the studio gone off that drink and some herb/ I got my nigga black/ cooking up tracks/ similar to cooking up crack/ and I’m a hit you like a missile when I rap/ even og’s o.d./ with their pistols in their lap/ I can show you where its at/ I can roll you up a sack/ and for you haters I already loaded up my strap/ I exploded on a track/ came back/ to the trap/ I got stab in the back/ by a rat/ who told the laws that I sold them crack,/ crack /this is dope and you know its dope/ man we steady blowing smoke/ rap is the ticket for some niggas that there only hope/ foaming out the mouth like you got the holy ghost/ preach it to the pope/ its no secrete that I’m dope/ but muthafuckers you can keep it on the low/ (Yea!) but muthafuckers you can keep it on the low /( Yea !) but muthafuckers you can keep it on the low/( Yea!) but mutha fuckers you can keep it on the low/
Chorus: Dear Mama, Dear Mama/ life got me stressed out smoking this marijuana/ is this all life has to offer/ 38. Revolvers/ ski mask, crack, and armed robbers/
Mama, Mama/ Life got me stressed out smoking this marijuana /is this all life has to offer/ 38. Revolvers/, ski mask, crack, and armed robbers./
2nd Verse: I’m doing it like it should be done/I just begun/ I’m crushing’em/ I formulate when I’m rocking my disc got my chips/ locked in a safe got socked in the face/ with a hard blow fell to the ground cant stop those/ maniac the God knows/ how to put it down with a tight flow/ complimented by a raw/ beat they all weak/ I’m dealing with a shorty cause I don’t fuck around with tall freak/ fucking hem bitches in palm beach/ its William High in a Cadillac/ with three cats/ and a fat sack/ strap with a black gat down to clown/ cause niggas be tripping when you out of town/ check out the sound it makes you want to sit back and smoke up the bud/ quit holding a grudge/ we roll in the club/ and them broads be showing us love/ I’m dirty raw/ funky like dirty draws/ when I’m serving yall/ you know how it goes /check out the flow/ first of all/ what up dog/ you boo boo/ gonna make me put a curse on you just like some voo doo/ I’m a warrior like Shaka you fucking with a young black Zulu/
Chorus: Dear Mama, Dear Mama/ life got me stressed out smoking this marijuana/ is this all life has to offer/ 38. Revolvers/ ski mask, crack, and armed robbers/
Mama, Mama/ Life got me stressed out smoking this marijuana /is this all life has to offer/ 38. Revolvers/, ski mask, crack, and armed robbers./
3rd Verse: I keep my nine and my 44. always on fucking deck/ yall nigggas don’t want know static with me I will break your fucking neck/ you aint heard nothing yet/ these piranhas that I got will probley eat your flesh/ have you ever seen a punk ass nigga like you get beat to death/ with your brain smashed/ nigga looking like he was a victim of a plane crash/ you aint bad/ wanna go to war like a Jew that’s banging with an Arab/ I stay mad/ got to knock this chip off/ now they wannna try to cut my dick off/ thought it was a rip off/ the way that I did yall/ you ran right into a muthafucking brick wall/ banged up cause I’m dealing with the same stuff/ yalll niggas aint changed up/ look on my walls you see all
