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