- Dru Down Live Yo Life 歌詞
- Luniz Dru Down
- *(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
**** 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 ** ** ain't brought me nathin
but a 50 couple of mo hoes
and major playa hatin
a ***** can't win for losin
I'm might be choosin the wrong thang to do
but I'm hustlin the same thing as you
***** I came to the Town already
the Town still takin, now I gotta deal wit ya'll *** ** ****** hatin
**** 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 **** real
this it *****
get yo mail on
stay away from all this ***** ****
I don't wanna kill nobody (nobody)
but off the hook
I guess broke ****** 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 *****.)
Get yo pimp on man.
(I keeps the pimpin fa real though.)
Get yo scrilla on.
(I need my money right now *****.)
Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*
West coastin
Pacific Ocean
****** in Oakland
cut close to sellin **** an high
smokin until a ***** 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 ****
makin 20 off a Note
task smash an grab a **** * by the throat
but I swallowed it
an you can spit it out
when they split I be the first ***** that try to **** it out
now I' m on some mo'
Rolex
Moet
X-O
mo *** 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
*****es!
Get yo neck choked
******!
Get yo chest smoked
same thing for nay fiends
these nay fiends
hoe want bankin
thankin they **** * 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 **** you from
yo ***** is bumpin this.
Verse 6 *(Yukmouth)*
***** I got that A-1 Yola or K!!
Straight margerin
****** 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 ****in up.
*(Chorus)* 1x
*(Dru Down's outro)*
***** get yo scrilla on *****!
(Biatch!)
Luniz and mutha ****in Dru Down, you know
(EASTSIDE!!)
steady grindin.
(The Vill in this mutha ****a!)
Yeah that's how we keep sellin these mutha ****in records you know.
(Biatch!)
Keepin the scrilla, keep the pimpin up to, ah.. me!?
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