unlv - unlv style lyrics
[lil’ ya]
it ain’t but one u.n.l.v. n-gg-, so stop
rap, huntin’, stuntin’, frontin’ to make yo name bigger
it ain’t but one u.n.l.v. n-gg-, so stop
rap, huntin’, stuntin’, frontin’ to make yo name bigger
everybody’s jockin’ u.n.l.v. style why is everybody
jockin’ u.n.l.v. style
[tec-9]
you got to know how to roll, you got to know what to do
you got to make them stanky hoes pop that p-ssy for you
cuz every time i throw down uptown, the people gather round
to them b-tches on the side they keep jockin’ my sound
that’s how it is, that’s how it goes
to them n-gg-‘s on the side they ain’t nothin’ but hoes
i keep makin’ ’em think i business but i’m still comin’ at’cha
take it to slim, and wrestle ya i’m a have to pimp slap ya
[chorus: tec-9]
everybody’s jockin’ u.n.l.v. style
why is everybody
jockin’ u.n.l.v. style
[yella boy]
when i thinkin’ of a motherf-cker right i’m gettin’ p-ssed
talkin’ about the dissy dance how they had that b-tch
who i’m talkin’ to, yes you not the allah hand’s
sweatin’ so hard you need three or four towels
n-gg- get yo mind right, or get beat up
you better be yo f-ckin’ self, before ya
find yo self stumped
[chorus: yella boy and lil’ ya]
everybody’s jockin’ u.n.l.v. style
why is everybody
jockin’ u.n.l.v. style
[lil’ ya]
how can i kick it off, or should i kick the new sh-t or
maybe i can talk about a another b-tch always
suckin’ a n-gg- d-ck, well i’m a kick it like this
cuz i’m kinda mad, that make us feel like
we a king so i’m kinda glad
you know them n-gg-‘s that be bitin’ another
n-gg- sh-t you ain’t respectin’ b-tch so get yo own sh-t
the capital y-a is from the three u.n.l.v.
this some sh-t that you bit from me
toss a dog b-tch to yo motherf-ckin’ boy
i orginated that, cuz i’m the real mccoy
i say a d-gg-n’ d-gg-n’ d-gg-n’ hoe
you got it from me i’m from the third ward n-gg- and
i love to “g” you’s a stupid motherf-cker cuz you jockin’
my style i got to send a f-ckin’ shout out to my boy juvenile
you’s a stupid b-tch, cuz you not one of the fella’s
every thing you say you got it from tec, ya, yella
[chorus: tec-9]
[tec-9]
wusup n-gg-, why ya wanna still my rhymes
cuz you know f-ckin’ well there’s only one tec-9
i’m kickin’ it loud, so f-ck the job, i make ’em clap to this
play yo self for a beatin’ cuz i’m gettin’ p-ssed
i say ya shakin’ it washin’ it dizzy
it ain’t about that, you got to know how to keep
yo pocket’s fat
[chorus: tec-9 and lil’ ya]
[yella boy]
you bitin’ and you snipin’ and i don’t like that
keep sweatin’ my style and i’m a go get my gat
for all you rappin’ -ss n-gg-‘s talkin’ bout the
trues and bauds i got my n-gg- tec-9
kickin’ it and shakin’ it bout them hoes
b-tch stop talkin’ that sh-t
cuz my boy lil’ ya talkin’ sh-t about another b-tch
the eddie eddie bow dance you got it from me
i’m from the third ward sucker’s that 1-2-3
[chorus: yella boy and lil’ ya]
[lil’ ya]
i’m takin’ a b-tch to the roshambeau
then to the sugar bowl, doin’ a show
makin’ the whole crowd roar
ya see my name is lil’ ya and i’m down for my crown
i hope you know that the “u” is for uptown
my boy tee is the type, that love’s to pull the trigger
i hope you know that the motherf-ckin’ “n” is for n-gg-‘s
my boy gary love to fight, he not down with killin’
i hope you know the motherf-ckin’ “l” is for livin’
tec is kickin’ a kickin’ kickin’ it so you know he not stylin’
i hope you know that motherf-ckin’ “v” is for violent
my boy moe is in the house, you know i can’t forget
hey shaw, peep the gat and always reach yo d-ck
i gotta holla at some real old gee’s
my n-gg- baby and slim and my motherf-ckin’ boy shorty
[chorus: yella boy]
[yella boy]
as i grew up to leaches on a lurk
but a n-gg- heard was sh-t while i was doin’ them a drink
i remember the next night, i should because it was long
i got loaded of that gin, i looked around and heard my song
a n-gg- be sweatin’ but i got to learn to let it
i’m the one gettin’ paid them sucker’s still try’na get it
[chorus x2: lil’ ya]
{lil’ ya}
it ain’t but one u.n.l.v. n-gg-, so stop
rap, huntin’, stuntin’, frontin’ to make yo name bigger
it ain’t but one u.n.l.v. n-gg-, so stop
rap, huntin’, stuntin’, frontin’ to make yo name bigger
everybody’s jockin’ u.n.l.v. style why is is everybody
jockin’ u.n.l.v. style
[x5]
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