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dru down - fools from the streets lyrics

f/ the luniz

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(verse 1: numskull)
i’ma hustla to the heart, pardon me dolly
i mastered the dice large, and even three card molly
slappin bozo n-gg-‘s for twenty bucks a rock
plus i slang mad rocks on the spot, f-ck the cops
now i’m on the ball, cause it’s all good in the hood
i’m glad as f-ck, dropped outta school because i hate math and stuff
lay low, runnin off my pager, can’t press my luck
stingy as f-ck, wit my bucks like scrooge mcduck
n-body could, stop the operation stackola
get back roller, you can’t f-ck wit this crackola
because i got the carribean, plates just like a nubian
happy so the five-0 won’t jack me
f-ck the jail sh-t, it’s corny
b-tches know i’m h-rny
the n-gg-‘s that i hang wit got crew cause life is corny
we precieve the gat to the end so that you know
sh-t i pull more b-tches then menaudo
let me quit, the n-gg-‘s on the spot wanna take me out
drive by ms.daisy, to raise me, and take me plot
i got ya duckem, don’t slip for n-body(f-ck em!)
schemes gettin thought up, i’m never gettin caught up
keepin my pockets so fat, swift on my feet
sayin i’m out to the fools that’s on my street

(verse 2: yukmouth)
well it’s the cr-p shooter
love to hit the fat buddah sack, and you know that
my crew comes together like?
raised in the ghetto’s of oakland
had dope in my pocket, servin knocks in the open
walked close, and door close when i was on the night shift
got a few indictments, day to day excitements out my life quift
rollin in my cousins big k-5
holy moly, i stay high by drinkin 40’s
had roly poly dice in my pocket for the school house cr-p game
i had a dangle roll, sometimes i wanna strangle ho’s
but i scoop em like a spoon full of cereal
never ate a trick cause that’s for kids duke you hear me though
but rigger though, never was rigor-mortis so face it
pocket’s on fat like a jenny craig patient, it ain’t sh-t
but a come up, when i roll up on they knock
f-ck pops, i gotta have my props
i’m runnin sh-t like flo jo
never f-cked a hobo
but i got my d-ck sucked
now she’s got the hiccups
i wakes up, move a? head if ya dangle
i’m down, you’ll f-ck around and get ya neck strangled
to swing a sell, and chop rocks to the whole dim sprayer
cause what i got will make ya sing a song like the gap band
likes ta dangle m-th-f-cka’s out they cash like a shista

(verse 3: dru down)
well i’m the sickest, wickedst n-gg- you’d wanna be
a d-mn fool from the streets, killin enemies
and as i’m sleepin in my street i’m havin nightmares
i’m fully prepared, and fully awared
and strapped wit the armorgauge
and as a n-gg- wakes up, i’m havin thoughts of a murder scene
robbery, oohhh, i had to hit the streets
feelin, feelin, i like the f-ckin smell of some flesh
killin, killin, i like to put a whole lot in yo chest
a maniac, runnin down the streets in the ghetto
i see a limo, a white man in tuxedo
tryna be slick, but he’s a task
knowin d-mn well he wouldn’t catch me, i’m too fast
cause i will bust a gauge or two,
‘rupt the f-ckin living rooms
and if i had to getway, i’ll find another place to stay
cause i’ma slick, quick n-gg- you can’t f-ck wit
a brotha from the gutter doin dirt, and i love it
afterwards, i’m chokin like a d-mn fool
smokin on the blunt, a yabba, dabba, f-ckin do
cause i’m luni like the luni f-ckin tunes
i need to go sn-tch a purse so i can rent a room
somebody jumpin out the bushes wit a strap y’all
checkin everything except the sh-t in yo drawers, y’all
i know? is sweepin n-gg-‘s off they feet
a murderize killer, sick fool from the street, yeah

- dru down lyrics

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