k-flex - get yo cash on lyrics
[intro]
back in the early ’90s, the west coast was on top of this hip+hop sh+t. and motherf+ckers was hatin’! but now it’s a new millenium, and we abouts to take this west coast sh+t to a whole new level. so we’re gonna drop some of this new millenium funk, and sprinkle it with some of those high+pitched keyboards from back in the day, to let you know that this is some west coast sh+t. check it out!
[chorus]
it’s on, i’m in the zone, on the cellular phone
i get my mash on, i get my cash on
slingin’ keys up in these streets, tryin’ to gather my cheese
i gеt my mash on, i get my cash on
fool, it’s on, i’m in the zone, on thе cellular phone
i get my mash on, i get my cash on
i get my stash on, i get my dash on
i grab a hoochie by the hand and take her ass home
[verse 1]
i’m gettin’ h+lla love, i roll with h+lla thugs
i keep a shotgun in my hand like i was elmer fudd
so when i’m rollin’ in your hood, breakin’ h+lla laws
n+ggas be sh+ttin’ in they pants, i can smell they draws
misbehave in many ways, i slay for many days
i’m hated by many babes, i look both ways
and then i cross hoes, i side foes and i off those
who get in my stash, i’m only gettin’ that ass
[?], n+ggas kickin’ their game
ain’t no thing to entertain, and k+flex is the name
you see, one thing i hate is a hoe that’s fake
tryin’ to get a n+gga to take her for some lobster and steak
but i won’t wine and dine, ’cause you ain’t that fine
we’re gonna rascal sofa [?], and order the number nine
then you get your ass out my ride
get your sh+t together, you can come inside, come on!
[chorus]
it’s on, i’m in the zone, on the cellular phone
i get my mash on, i get my cash on
slingin’ keys up in these streets, tryin’ to gather my cheese
i get my mash on, i get my cash on
fool, it’s on, i’m in the zone, on the cellular phone
i get my mash on, i get my cash on
i get my stash on, i get my dash on
i grab a hoochie by the hand and take her ass home
[verse 2]
see me juicin’ up trees, comin’ through that pc
hit them corners and becomes, n+ggas know me
21 inches of datin’, wise b+tches for hire
i understand you wanna ride, but hold your fire
pimp sk!lls, strapped to k!ll, see the money for real
i made appeal but never took the deal
now i’m mobbin’ in the corridor, i’m ’bout to hit that dizzy
who is it, oh shizzy, my bizzitch
my baby’s mama stayin’ there too, what a n+gga gonna do
i know these hoes wanna act a fool
peep the rules of my game, and now you know my name
and recognize criminals is straight insane
and be the life i love to hate, sealed to a dark fate
25 to life, headed to the state
what they hittin’ for, fool, winning mad loot
streak of luck, injunction, black khaki suit
[chorus]
it’s on, i’m in the zone, on the cellular phone
i get my mash on, i get my cash on
slingin’ keys up in these streets, tryin’ to gather my cheese
i get my mash on, i get my cash on
fool, it’s on, i’m in the zone, on the cellular phone
i get my mash on, i get my cash on
i get my stash on, i get my dash on
i grab a hoochie by the hand and take her ass home
[verse 3]
mr. nico, first name doma, at a coma plus the drama
on my way to tour another hummer
pass my mama i’ll be back in about six months (uh+huh)
lay six blunts (six blunts), and lay me in the trunk
pump+pump, thru the wind, disappear thru the mist
i may [?] by the hour, on my way to be rich
so ballin’ (my clique), we ballin’ (that’s it)
i’m all in with my kin, steady ballin’
we sh+ll shock callin’, for sure you’re either in or you ain’t
while you got $500 drink, i got 500 g’s in the bank
200,000 in the swiss bank, with diamond [?]
with you some of the sh+t is bling, but you’re blank
(blank what?) blanked out, no doubt
dominico got the game locked out
i smile in temples, with credentials that make n+ggas frown
holy d+mn, i smash for the cash all day
get yo money, before you trippin’ these bros away
[chorus]
it’s on, i’m in the zone, on the cellular phone
i get my mash on, i get my cash on
slingin’ keys up in these streets, tryin’ to gather my cheese
i get my mash on, i get my cash on
fool, it’s on, i’m in the zone, on the cellular phone
i get my mash on, i get my cash on
i get my stash on, i get my dash on
i grab a hoochie by the hand and take her ass home
[outro]
n+gga! uh, k+flex, n+gga! uh, uh, frank nitty, n+gga!
uh, uh, dominico the don, n+gga!
ghetto dynasty entertainment, n+gga!
uh, get yo cash on, get yo cash on, get yo dash on, n+gga!
roll on, n+ggas (uh!), and if yo hoes don’t wanna cooperate
(uh, uh!) y’all n+ggas need to do what i do
(what’s that, n+gga?) and repeat after me, n+gga (uh+huh)
you say: get yo ass out my ride
get yo sh+t together, you can come inside
i say: get yo ass out my ride
get yo sh+t together, you can come inside
i say: get yo ass out my ride
get yo sh+t together, you can come inside, wench!
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