Luniz

Luniz - Live Yo Life songtekst

Je score:
*(Yukmouth talking)*
 Hennessy! (Hindu)
 Pass 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
 shit 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 shit ain't brought me nathin
 but a 50 couple of mo hoes
 and major playa hatin
 a nigga can't win for losin
 I'm might be choosin the wrong thang to do
 but I'm hustlin the same thing as you
 nigga I came to the Town already
 the Town still takin, now I gotta deal wit ya'll bitch niggas hatin
 fuck 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 shit real
 this it nigga
 get yo mail on
 stay away from all this bitch shit
 I don't wanna kill nobody (nobody)
 but off the hook
 I guess broke niggas 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 nigga.)
 Get yo pimp on man.
 (I keeps the pimpin fa real though.)
 Get yo scrilla on.
 (I need my money right now bitch.)

 Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*

 West coastin
 Pacific Ocean
 niggas in Oakland
 cut close to sellin dope an high
 smokin until a nigga 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
 ass out while I'm holdin Nina
 I remember when I used to sell dope
 makin 20 off a Note
 task smash an grab a nigga by the throat
 but I swallowed it
 an you can spit it out
 when they split I be the first nigga that try to shit it out
 now I'm on some mo'
 Rolex
 Moet
 X-O
 mo sex 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 ass full of guest coast
 Bitches!
 Get yo neck choked
 Niggas!
 Get yo chest smoked
 same thing for nay fiends
 these nay fiends
 hoe want bankin
 thankin they bitch ass cuz 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 compass'
 no matter where the fuck you from
 yo bitch is bumpin this.

 Verse 6 *(Yukmouth)*

 Nigga I got that A-1 Yola or K!!
 Straight margerin
 niggas 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 fuckin up.

 *(Chorus)* 1x

 *(Dru Down's outro)*

 Nigga get yo scrilla on nigga!
 (Biatch!)
 Luniz and mutha fuckin Dru Down, you know
 (EASTSIDE!!)
 steady grindin.
 (The Vill in this mutha fucka!)
 Yeah that's how we keep sellin these mutha fuckin records you know.
 (Biatch!)
 Keepin the scrilla, keep the pimpin up to, ah.. me
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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Godzilla Entertainment, Num 2 The World Entertainment

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Uitgegeven in: 2008

Taal: Engels

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