Lyrics That What's Up - Big Tuck , Dre
(Feat.
Dre)
(Hook:
Dre)
I
got
my
locs
on,
even
when
it's
dark
I
ain't
playing
Sitting
on
a
hundred
spokes,
from
all
this
money
I
be
making
That's
what's
up,
(that's
what's
up-that's
what's
up-that's
what's
up)
That's
what's
up,
(that's
what's
up-that's
what's
up-that's
what's
up)
So
much
ice
on
my
wrist,
but
my
necklace
stay
stunning
Don't
talk
to
me
nigga,
if
it
ain't
about
money
That's
what's
up,
(that's
what's
up-that's
what's
up-that's
what's
up)
That's
what's
up,
(that's
what's
up-that's
what's
up-that's
what's
up)
(Big
Tuck:)
Fresh
off
the
lot,
the
Bentley
Azur
Blue
and
yellow's
on
the
piece,
look
like
they
going
to
war
My
shoe
game
real,
it's
like
I'm
skating
the
floor
The
chicks
adore,
the
house
built
on
the
shore
Big
Tuck
in
the
building,
the
chillest
nigga
in
town
When
it
come
to
my
paper,
ain't
no
kidding
around
DSR
is
the
click,
we
holding
it
down
You
were
stunting
in
that
Benz,
till
I
pulled
the
Phantom
around
Spent
a
grip
on
the
necklace,
won't
speak
on
the
teeth
But
the
top
banana,
bottom
blueberry
and
peach
So
many
stones
in
the
mouth,
it
impaired
my
speech
Shining
so
hard,
I'm
not
allowed
on
the
beach
26
oor
28's,
the
only
way
that
I
skate
Ride
heavy
in
the
game,
I
got
the
Cheve
in
shape
The
man
with
the
cheddar,
dividing
the
cake
Take
a
plane
to
Aruba,
and
go
surf
in
the
lake
(Hook)
(Big
Tuck:)
A
lot
of
y'all
don't
know
me,
but
a
lot
of
you
do
Bought
a
plane
from
Diddy,
and
sprayed
it
cancun
blue
The
car
you
driving,
I
bought
six
for
the
crew
Check
the
seven
point
one,
I
got
the
signature
too
I
feel
it
ain't
right,
to
be
rich
like
this
Got
a
pond
in
the
kitchen,
with
the
tropical
fish
VVS
on
the
chest,
leave
a
marvelous
gliss
The
'76
Chavelle,
with
the
Lambo
kit
Bought
some
land
in
Miami,
without
touching
the
stash
The
glare
from
the
watch,
will
cause
a
pilot
to
crash
The
paint
job
sick,
I
got
it
wet
as
a
bath
Get
a
whiff
of
this
starter
dro,
puff
it
and
pass
Got
my
locs
on
pimping,
if
it's
sunny
and
not
Turning
corners
in
a
Phantom,
Hugh
Hef'
ain't
got
The
Big
T
you
see
paid,
I'm
way
too
hot
If
you
ain't
talking
bout
money,
what
you
talking
about
(Hook)
(Big
Tuck:)
I
got
my
locs
on,
and
I'm
shined
up
G4
plane,
better
go
on
get
your
grind
up
Fall
to
club,
Lamborginis
all
lined
up
In
a
world
of
our
own,
lil'
mama
don't
mind
us
It's
me
the
hook,
the
cross
the
jab
Big
Tuck's
the
chemist,
and
the
booth's
the
lab
Pimping
the
mic,
it's
the
gift
of
gab
I'm
the
man
of
the
hour,
I
got
loot
to
grab
(Hook)
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