Live Yo Life feat. Dru Down

歌詞

*(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 f**k 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 '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 compass' no matter where the f**k 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 f**kin up. *(Chorus)* 1x *(Dru Down's outro)* Nigga get yo scrilla on nigga! (Biatch!) Luniz and mutha f**kin Dru Down, you know (EASTSIDE!!) steady grindin. (The Vill in this mutha f**ka!) Yeah that's how we keep sellin these mutha f**kin records you know. (Biatch!) Keepin the scrilla, keep the pimpin up to, ah.. me!?