From the heart of South Central, Western Avenue's finest, years of grinding, bending corners

on Daytona's, started off with a low profile, bailing through swap meets with no security,

caught in a mad circle, forced to curb serve, Westside connected to getting his cheddar,

sea walk for more yards than O .J. Simpson, known to hit a hoe with quickness, and a hood

rap, smashing all marks and weenie ass busters, bandana swinging, and Skip Skip Incorporated,

I present to you, Dub C, the ghetto motherfucking Heisman, bail on Dub, bail on.