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yukmouth - do it b.i. lyrics

[hook]
til the day that i die do it b.i
since i was born i was taught to keep it p.i
i’m that n-gga thugged out in the v.i
and i’ve been slangin major “d” since i was knee high [2x]

[verse 1]
when you was break dancin and back spinnin on ya nolium
my n-ggas wrap a thousand grams with patrolium
jelly like like belly, it ain’t sh-t that you can tell me
once you trapped in the belly of the beast
with n-ggas waitin on the commissary
locked in solitary confinement, no more grindin, wifey pondin diamonds
i’m a frontline soldier like a lineman
guns firin’, sirens, that’s all in my enviroment
gangstas, pimps, thugs, that’s all in my enviroment
n-ggas that’s slung drugs with no thoughts of retirement
ballin, timin, grindin, that’s all in my enviroment
expirement, when i blaze you up f-ck the firemen
call the coroner, set up shop on the corner
with rocks and marijauna, make it hot as a sauna
it’s just another day in oakland, california
i touch g’s and never had a diploma, like that

[hook 2x]

[verse 2]
when you was learnin how to boogaloo and pop lock
i was baggin opium and bloons at the hop spot
and slangin double ups to goons at the rock spot
we got the block locked, and give a f-ck if the cops watch
this chop chop and turn ya car into a drop top
just like a chop shop, blak blak, make a cop drop
keep ya mouth shut, our neighbors don’t talk to cops about us
they know we’ll come and shoot they f-ckin house up
rock ya ounce up, with ya little arm and hammer
i’m breakin pounds up, with jack knifes and sledge hammers
some of my n-ggas in the feds locked up in the slammer
some of my n-ggas got bread then headed for atlanta
my family put the murder game down like alpo
i hate my algebra cl-ss but still love to count dough
n-ggas is breakin like turbo and o-zone
i was pushin o’s on the block until the dope gone

[hook 2x]

[verse 3]
when you was spinnin techniques learnin dj sh-t
i was tryin to touch and hundred ki’s like freeway rick
i was rollin with a mossberg like dj quik
out here the feds and the d.a. hit over he say sh-t
the block hot like a heatwave hit
but i’ma bubble on the low just like freeway sh-t
i’ma follow all the codes, never be a snitch
just concentrate on this “d” i whip and this “v” i flip
i stay fila’d down in mobsta suits
if you talk to cops i shoot, let the choppa loose
rest in peace to 2pac and big poppa too
i never boogaloo like shaba do, i’m a mobsta, dude

[hook 2x]

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