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*(Yukmouth talking)* |
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Hennessy! (Hindu) |
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Pass it! |
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(Ahhh) |
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It's yo life. |
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It's yo life. |
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It's yo life. |
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Ballin, hit the scene. |
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Chorus *(Luniz, Dru Down)* |
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Get yo grind on man. |
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(Get yo grind on) |
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Get yo scrilla on |
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(The scrilla, scratch, paper) |
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Verse 1 *(Numskull)* |
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I won't let it phase me |
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this the game mayne |
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an this is my domain |
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make a couple of bomb |
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shit this ain't the same |
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now I'ma send this repetension |
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I'm supposed to have G's |
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so, all eyes is on me |
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I see this rap shit ain't brought me nathin |
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but a 50 couple of mo hoes |
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and major playa hatin |
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a nigga can't win for losin |
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I'm might be choosin the wrong thang to do |
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but I'm hustlin the same thing as you |
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nigga I came to the Town already |
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the Town still takin, now I gotta deal wit ya'll bitch niggas hatin |
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f**k that |
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hit me if ya wanna |
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mini 14 got ya greedy in the corner |
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Wanna see me? |
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You know where I hang |
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where I used to slang caine |
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an got my first case for a thang-thang |
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about keepin shit real |
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this it nigga |
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get yo mail on |
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stay away from all this bitch shit |
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I don't wanna kill nobody (nobody) |
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but off the hook |
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I guess broke niggas make the best crooks (like you) |
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I got a question |
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serious as thee |
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Why's everybody always hatin on me? |
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Chorus *(Luniz, Dru Down) |
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Get yo grind on man. |
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(I'm the pusha, pusha man.) |
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Get yo scrilla on. |
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(The scrilla, scratch, paper nigga.) |
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Get yo pimp on man. |
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(I keeps the pimpin fa real though.) |
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Get yo scrilla on. |
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(I need my money right now bitch.) |
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Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)* |
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West coastin |
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Pacific Ocean |
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niggas in Oakland |
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cut close to sellin dope an high |
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smokin until a nigga stop chokin |
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get broken off |
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for tryin to spit a razor blade out |
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then whip the gage out |
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an blow him rib cage out |
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I got my fetti |
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hit up Casino's like Joe Pesci |
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the get away ridin a jet skit |
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I'm double 0-7, Golden Eye |
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gold mouth, golden finga |
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ass out while I'm holdin Nina |
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I remember when I used to sell dope |
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makin 20 off a Note |
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task smash an grab a nigga by the throat |
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but I swallowed it |
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an you can spit it out |
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when they split I be the first nigga that try to shit it out |
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now I'm on some mo' |
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Rolex |
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Moet |
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X-O |
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mo sex than the next hoe |
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tote Tech's when we rollin (skee skirt) |
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it's the creamery |
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hit the scenery |
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so cleanery |
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on chrome eighteens rollin the greenery. |
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*(Chorus)* 1x |
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Verse 3 *(Numskull)* |
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I hate you |
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and you hate me |
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to slang I-C-E |
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but I see me |
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bubblin mo than thee |
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to be or not to be |
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(That's the question) |
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Like Shakespeare |
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You inturrupt my struggle and I make fear. |
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Verse 4 *(Yukmouth)* |
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Stayed on the West Coast |
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the best coast |
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still yo ass full of guest coast |
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Bitches! |
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Get yo neck choked |
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Niggas! |
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Get yo chest smoked |
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same thing for nay fiends |
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these nay fiends |
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hoe want bankin |
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thankin they bitch ass 'cause it's stankin. |
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Verse 5 *(Numskull)* |
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I'm stankin like X-O |
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staggering my whole life through me |
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I'm headed to the west like Fievel |
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I know where I'm supposed to be like compass' |
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no matter where the f**k you from |
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yo bitch is bumpin this. |
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Verse 6 *(Yukmouth)* |
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Nigga I got that A-1 Yola or K!! |
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Straight margerin |
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niggas be starvin in the drought |
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puttin fo sale signs on they cars an house |
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Yukmouth about that scrilla, scratchola |
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stackola on the up an up |
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I can't be f**kin up. |
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*(Chorus)* 1x |
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*(Dru Down's outro)* |
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Nigga get yo scrilla on nigga! |
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(Biatch!) |
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Luniz and mutha f**kin Dru Down, you know |
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(EASTSIDE!!) |
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steady grindin. |
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(The Vill in this mutha f**ka!) |
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Yeah that's how we keep sellin these mutha f**kin records you know. |
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(Biatch!) |
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Keepin the scrilla, keep the pimpin up to, ah.. me!? |