luniz - live yo life lyrics
-(yukmouth talking)-
hennessy! (hindu)
p-ss 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
sh-t 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 sh-t ain’t brought me nathin
but a 50 couple of mo hoes
and major playa hatin
a n-gg- can’t win for losin
i’m might be choosin the wrong thang to do
but i’m hustlin the same thing as you
n-gg- i came to the town already
the town still takin, now i gotta deal wit ya’ll b-tch n-gg-s hatin
f-ck 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 sh-t real
this it n-gg-
get yo mail on
stay away from all this b-tch sh-t
i don’t wanna kill n-body (n-body)
but off the hook
i guess broke n-gg-s 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 n-gg-.)
get yo pimp on man.
(i keeps the pimpin fa real though.)
get yo scrilla on.
(i need my money right now b-tch.)
verse 2 -(yukmouth)-
west coastin
pacific ocean
n-gg-s in oakland
cut close to sellin dope an high
smokin until a n-gg- 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
-ss out while i’m holdin nina
i remember when i used to sell dope
makin 20 off a note
task smash an grab a n-gg- by the throat
but i swallowed it
an you can spit it out
when they split i be the first n-gg- that try to sh-t it out
now i’m on some mo’
rolex
moet
x-o
mo s-x 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 -ss full of guest coast
b-tches!
get yo neck choked
n-gg-s!
get yo chest smoked
same thing for nay fiends
these nay fiends
hoe want bankin
thankin they b-tch -ss ’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 comp-ss’
no matter where the f-ck you from
yo b-tch is b-mpin this.
verse 6 -(yukmouth)-
n-gg- i got that a-1 yola or k!!
straight margerin
n-gg-s 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 f-ckin up.
-(chorus)- 1x
-(dru down’s outro)-
n-gg- get yo scrilla on n-gg-!
(b–tch!)
luniz and m-th- f-ckin dru down, you know
(eastside!!)
steady grindin.
(the vill in this m-th- f-cka!)
yeah that’s how we keep sellin these m-th- f-ckin records you know.
(b–tch!)
keepin the scrilla, keep the pimpin up to, ah.. me!?
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