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yukmouth - stunt 211 lyrics

[sound of a cellphone ringing and a clock ticking, a cold breeze passes through]

[chorus: yukmouth]
you can’t teach me how to stunt!
(yo wrist ain’t rocked up, yo sh+t don’t pop up, that ain’t yo benz)
you can’t teach me how to stunt!
(that ain’t yo jury, that ain’t yo bentley, that’s 50’s sh+t)
you can’t teach me how to stunt!
(you snitch on bg’z with nypd in a police van)
you can’t teach me how to stunt!
(you keep on snitchin’, you’ll end up missing, we’ll smoke you man)
you can’t teach me how to stunt!

[verse 1: domination]
these n+ggas frontin’ like they so hood
f+ckin’ p+ssies from the east to the west, your stripes is no good
you frontin’ tellin’ lies, you said that you stuntin’ though
runnin’ round town with the tec, lives so+and+so
passing change around like a hot potato
pop guns? n+gga, you wouldn’t pop a tomato
how come them n+ggas still living? (huh?)
didn’t they poke you though?
shot you up, had your ass hidin’ in the poconose
i see you and the gat’ll spit, spin barrel sh+t
pimp, i do you dirty b+tch, shoot you and your majesty, d+mn
i ain’t thе type to call a n+gga ugly, but ray charles could see, b+tches only want you for your monеy
dummy, you ain’t letting no caps peel
50 lay off the steroids and prozac pills
g+g+g+b+st+rd, that sh+t is overdoser
y’all sons, ain’t no motherf+ckin’ g+unit soldiers
you call bulletproof, ride through the hood
you hang with cops, we can’t shoot you n+gga it’s all good
piggy banks is a chump, he don’t want no beef
young buck? he’s just happy he got white gold t++th
your welcome to the hood pass, expired 3 years ago
n+ggas popped you, you got low, but you don’t hear me though
you keep takin’ pictures with pistols
believe me, if i aim to k!ll 9 times, i won’t miss you
[chorus: yukmouth]
you can’t teach me how to stunt!
(yo wrist ain’t rocked up, yo sh+t don’t pop up, that ain’t yo benz)
you can’t teach me how to stunt!
(that ain’t yo jury, that ain’t yo bentley, that’s 50’s sh+t)
you can’t teach me how to stunt!
(you snitch on bg’z with nypd in a police van)
you can’t teach me how to stunt!
(you keep on snitchin’, you’ll end up missing, we’ll smoke you man)
you can’t teach me how to stunt!

[verse 2: yukmouth]
you n+ggas broke, flava flav, drinkin’ haterade
n+gga i’m major played, shank [?] with razor blades
break ya stage and grapes [?] summer jam
bulletproof hummer now, my goons still gun ya down
bust a hunnid rounds, thug lordz run the town
with silverback guerrillaz, n+ggas will hunt you down
yukmouth, thugged out, no tooth decay
all of my jewels is great, stunt like supa dave
yeah, benz couping and shoes is [?]
sn+tch for the uz’ to stay
enemy move, i spray
bruce lee boy, catchin’ slugs with his t++th
in his tongue, in his cheek, pipe bomb a n+gga jeep
lloyd, whack juice, the other n+gga past weak
tell ya boy keep them steroids out his asscheeks
i ride with smurf, banger
a real turf banger, and domination said you soft as a nerf, w+nksta
keep speaking on ‘preme will get you hurt w+nksta
keep speaking on us will get you touched w+nksta
speak on suge or prince, will get you hurt w+nksta
bled shirt, in a he+rs+, have you murked w+nksta
westside, and i ride with the east
with queensbridge n+ggas, the mob is deep
i have you whacked in front of rob and leech
brrrat, 211, rob ya beat
and have vivica, stop your [?], i’m a beast n+gga
[chorus: yukmouth]
you can’t teach me how to stunt!
(yo wrist ain’t rocked up, yo sh+t don’t pop up, that ain’t yo benz)
you can’t teach me how to stunt!
(that ain’t yo jury, that ain’t yo bentley, that’s 50’s sh+t)
you can’t teach me how to stunt!
(you snitch on bg’z with nypd in a police van)
you can’t teach me how to stunt!
(you keep on snitchin’, you’ll end up missing, we’ll smoke you man)
you can’t teach me how to stunt!

[outro: bang’em smurf]
yeah n+gga, bang’em smurf up in this motherf+cker
f+cking with my n+gga yukmouth, n+gga
south jamaica, queens to the motherf+cking eastland
n+gga, ya heard me, my n+gga j prince, king of the south running this sh+t
guerrilla gang running on these c+cksuckers
united ghettos of america, motherf+cker, uga, ya heard me
south jamaica, queens, new york
my n+gga c+bo, west coast mafia
haha, guerrilla gang man, yep, it’s going down, ya heard me
we run this rap sh+t, haha
ridin’ on all these motherf+ckers, you ain’t safe nowhere
yeah

- yukmouth lyrics

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