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  • 作词 : D. Robinson/Richie Rich/Joseph Johnson/Jerold Ellis/Garrick Husbands
    作曲 : D. Robinson/Richie Rich/Joseph Johnson/Jerold Ellis/Garrick Husbands
    Verse 1 *(yukmouth)*
    Posted up in the cut
    To make a buck i had to sell nuff drugs
    Showed up, an rolled up, bubbled wit tough thugs that love to bust slugs
    I had much love, from ****** fiends
    Plug 'em wit mo cream, my dangla
    Used to sport wranglers wit pro wings
    Fa sho green-ery stacked up, that macked up
    Quick to put the gat up an blast on ******z that act up
    Snatched the scratch up, quick hit the back fence loc
    I been broke, rollin through yo mutha ****** hood in trench coats
    Wit double barrels get yo narrow ass on the ground
    I'm not play, i don't play though
    I'm out to get yo pay roll
    Say hoe, you get yo monkey ass stomped wit the steel toe
    ****** in the game like a dildo
    From the vill hoe
    To the mutha ****** fil-mo fo real though
    None can get wit this sick wit it man slaughter
    Practice lookin harder than 40 water
    ******z all over claimin they foldin weight
    I caught yo slippin, rippin that duct tape over yo face an off the
    Golden gate
    Let go, i'm down to break jaws when i takes all's
    Yo cash, blast that ass won't last fo one mo day like nate dog
    Break laws
    Leathal weapon like danny
    Slangin candy
    Livin lavish about my cabbage understands me.
    *(chorus- knumskull)* x2
    Can't slang cream, can't lay low
    Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
    It ain't me ****** gettin fronted
    (gaffled an licks i done it, that's why a ****** always gets blunted.)
    Verse 2 *(knumskull)*
    I see what you see, but you don't see what i see
    Mill an zips come up the whole grip like kadafi
    20 years of age, waitin fo the say someone say cap me
    A whole line of felonies on my rap sheet
    Any means to make loot in the east oakland bay route
    It's all about makin mail ****** bein cute (whoo)
    That's the sound when it's time to lay down my hustle
    Why there's so many bubbles, i choose to throw rocks like barney rubble
    Can't lie back, wit a gang of top scratch
    I gots to move on, an scoot on
    Now mutha ******a can you buy that?
    Lay low make no mistakes, make it successful
    An if a ****** run up then make his chest full
    I toss ******z that try to struggle off me
    Cross me
    A gang of jelousy because i'm saucy
    It's not my fault that i grew to become a licksta
    Instead i say moms meetin pops was a mix up
    Pick up
    Hennessy got my brain runnin quicka than i can think
    Adrenaline pumpin about to faint
    Ain't no shame
    Can't be no 9 to 5 ******
    The "o" is where i'm from, so i gots to survive ******.
    *(chorus)* x2
    Verse 3 *(yukmouth)*
    ****** notice i'm broke wit a loaded four-fifth gat
    The real ****** rolled an showed us where you hide yo doe an ******t at
    He did juss that, showed me where the kicks at
    An big scratch told knum to come ****** lets get that.
    Verse 4 *(knumskull)*
    Yuk pull over
    Park the nova
    Tonight's the night, so i hope you write about the yola
    I hold the mag, lookin for the attack
    Search the whole ****** crib cuz i know he got scratch.
    Verse 5 *(yukmouth)*
    Creep up the mutha ****** stairs wit the ski mask
    On the second floor in the drawer there should be cash
    But we laugh
    Cuz we see task cars right next door
    But we poor, no budget ****** it, so kick down the door.
    Verse 6 *(knumskull)*
    Boom kick it once
    Boom kick it twice
    Three times it's breakin an have the ****** building shakin
    Make our way through the house nothin less nothin more
    (where the kicks at??!!)
    I think they in the third drawer.
    Verse 7 *(yukmouth)*
    There's more
    An that's a fa sho-sho i got the doe, now we up out the door
    Before the neighbors call po-po
    To the mobile, to count the real deal bank roll
    In my sock, i rub daily cuz it's scratchin my ankle.
    Verse 8 *(knumskull)*
    It's morn-ing
    We unleash to the streets
    Wit 12 g's a piece
    Headed straight to the east
    Better recognize this game is bought to be sold
    That's why i pull licks fo some paper to fold.
    *(chorus)* x2
    Bia-tch!!
  • 作词 : D. Robinson/Richie Rich/Joseph Johnson/Jerold Ellis/Garrick Husbands
    作曲 : D. Robinson/Richie Rich/Joseph Johnson/Jerold Ellis/Garrick Husbands
    Verse 1 *(yukmouth)*
    Posted up in the cut
    To make a buck i had to sell nuff drugs
    Showed up, an rolled up, bubbled wit tough thugs that love to bust slugs
    I had much love, from ****** fiends
    Plug 'em wit mo cream, my dangla
    Used to sport wranglers wit pro wings
    Fa sho green-ery stacked up, that macked up
    Quick to put the gat up an blast on ******z that act up
    Snatched the scratch up, quick hit the back fence loc
    I been broke, rollin through yo mutha ****** hood in trench coats
    Wit double barrels get yo narrow ass on the ground
    I'm not play, i don't play though
    I'm out to get yo pay roll
    Say hoe, you get yo monkey ass stomped wit the steel toe
    ****** in the game like a dildo
    From the vill hoe
    To the mutha ****** fil-mo fo real though
    None can get wit this sick wit it man slaughter
    Practice lookin harder than 40 water
    ******z all over claimin they foldin weight
    I caught yo slippin, rippin that duct tape over yo face an off the
    Golden gate
    Let go, i'm down to break jaws when i takes all's
    Yo cash, blast that ass won't last fo one mo day like nate dog
    Break laws
    Leathal weapon like danny
    Slangin candy
    Livin lavish about my cabbage understands me.
    *(chorus- knumskull)* x2
    Can't slang cream, can't lay low
    Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
    It ain't me ****** gettin fronted
    (gaffled an licks i done it, that's why a ****** always gets blunted.)
    Verse 2 *(knumskull)*
    I see what you see, but you don't see what i see
    Mill an zips come up the whole grip like kadafi
    20 years of age, waitin fo the say someone say cap me
    A whole line of felonies on my rap sheet
    Any means to make loot in the east oakland bay route
    It's all about makin mail ****** bein cute (whoo)
    That's the sound when it's time to lay down my hustle
    Why there's so many bubbles, i choose to throw rocks like barney rubble
    Can't lie back, wit a gang of top scratch
    I gots to move on, an scoot on
    Now mutha ******a can you buy that?
    Lay low make no mistakes, make it successful
    An if a ****** run up then make his chest full
    I toss ******z that try to struggle off me
    Cross me
    A gang of jelousy because i'm saucy
    It's not my fault that i grew to become a licksta
    Instead i say moms meetin pops was a mix up
    Pick up
    Hennessy got my brain runnin quicka than i can think
    Adrenaline pumpin about to faint
    Ain't no shame
    Can't be no 9 to 5 ******
    The "o" is where i'm from, so i gots to survive ******.
    *(chorus)* x2
    Verse 3 *(yukmouth)*
    ****** notice i'm broke wit a loaded four-fifth gat
    The real ****** rolled an showed us where you hide yo doe an ******t at
    He did juss that, showed me where the kicks at
    An big scratch told knum to come ****** lets get that.
    Verse 4 *(knumskull)*
    Yuk pull over
    Park the nova
    Tonight's the night, so i hope you write about the yola
    I hold the mag, lookin for the attack
    Search the whole ****** crib cuz i know he got scratch.
    Verse 5 *(yukmouth)*
    Creep up the mutha ****** stairs wit the ski mask
    On the second floor in the drawer there should be cash
    But we laugh
    Cuz we see task cars right next door
    But we poor, no budget ****** it, so kick down the door.
    Verse 6 *(knumskull)*
    Boom kick it once
    Boom kick it twice
    Three times it's breakin an have the ****** building shakin
    Make our way through the house nothin less nothin more
    (where the kicks at??!!)
    I think they in the third drawer.
    Verse 7 *(yukmouth)*
    There's more
    An that's a fa sho-sho i got the doe, now we up out the door
    Before the neighbors call po-po
    To the mobile, to count the real deal bank roll
    In my sock, i rub daily cuz it's scratchin my ankle.
    Verse 8 *(knumskull)*
    It's morn-ing
    We unleash to the streets
    Wit 12 g's a piece
    Headed straight to the east
    Better recognize this game is bought to be sold
    That's why i pull licks fo some paper to fold.
    *(chorus)* x2
    Bia-tch!!