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There it is, breaking stuff for the bloodclot youth dem
It's the one called the Luniz and I said
And I man the one, Papa Ru
The mediator for all the discipline
Rough and ready, now the best are rough and ready
When the Luniz come down, them a lick up daily
Rough and ready, now the best are rough and ready
When the Luniz come down, lick up daily
Posted up in the cut to make a buck
I had to sell enough drugs
Showed up and rode above with tough thugs
That love to bust slugs
I had much love for dope fiends
Plug 'em with more cream
My dangler, I used to sport Wranglers with Pro Wings
For sure green, very stacked up
That mack yuck quick to put the gat up
And blast off niggas that act up
Snatch the scratch up quick, hit the back fence slow
I been broke, rolling through your motherfucking hood in trench coats
With double barrels, get your narrow ass on the floor
I'm not play, I don't play though
I'm out to get your payroll
Say ho, you'll get your monkey ass done with the steel toe
Fucked in the game like a dildo
From the field hoe to the motherfucking field mow
For real though
Nun' can get with this sick with it mad flow
Best practice looking holder than four that boulder
Niggas older quit claiming they rolling weight
I caught you slipping, ripping the duct tape over your face
Then off the Golden Gate
You're gold, I'm down to break jaws when I take off
Shawty cash, blast that ass, won't last one more day like Nick Dawg
Great loss, lethal weapon like Danny
Slanging candy, living life is about my cabbage on the stairs, man
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me, fuck getting fronted
Jack boots and licks, I done it
That's why a nigga always get blunted
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me, fuck getting fronted
Jack boots and licks, I done it
That's why a nigga always get blunted
I see what you see, but you don't see what I see
Milling zips, come up to hold grip of Gaddafi
Twenty years of age, waiting for the day someone cap me
A whole line of felonies on my rap sheet
Any means to make loot in the East Oakland Beirut
It's all about making mill, fuck being cute
That's the sound when it's time to lay down my hustle
Why there's so many bubbles? I choose to roll rocks like Barney Rubble
Can't lie back with a gang of top scratch
I gots to move on and scoot on
Now motherfucker, can you buy that?
Lay low, make no mistakes, make it successful
And if a nigga run up, then make his chest full
I toss niggas that try to struggle off me, cross me
A gang of jealousy because I'm saucy
It's not my fault that I grew to become a lickster
It's fair to say moms meeting pops was a mix-up
Pick up, Hennessy got my brain running quicker than I can think
Adrenaline pumping about to faint
Ain't no saint, can't be no nine-to-five nigga
The O is where I'm from so I gots to survive, nigga
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me, fuck getting fronted
Jack boots and licks, I done it
That's why a nigga always get blunted
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me, fuck getting fronted
Jack boots and licks, I done it
That's why a nigga always get blunted
Nigga, notice I'm broke with a loaded four-fifth gat
The wrong nigga rolled and showed
Where you hide your dough and shit at
He did just that, showed me where the kicks at
And Big Scratch told Nun' to come, nigga, let's get that
Duck pull over, parked up Nova
Tonight's the night so I hope you right about the Yoda
I hold the MAC looking for the attack
Search the whole fucking crib 'cause I know we got scratch
Creep up the motherfucking stairs with the ski mask
On the second floor in the drawer it should be cash
But we laugh 'cause we see cash cross right next door
But we poor, low budget fuckers so kick down the door
Boom, kick it once, boom, kick it twice
Three times it's breaking, got the whole fucking building shaking
Make our way through the house, nothing less, nothing more
(Where the kicks at, man?) I think they in the third drawer
There's more and that's a for sure show
I got the dough, now we about the dough
Before the niggas call po-po
To the Mo Mo that count the real deal bankroll
And my sock ain't rock that bed because it's scratching my ankles
It's morning, we unleashed to the streets
With twelve G's a piece, headed straight to the East
Better recognize, this damage brought to be sold
That's why I pull licks for some paper to fold, I
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me, fuck getting fronted
Jack boots and licks, I done it
That's why a nigga always get blunted
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me, fuck getting fronted
Jack boots and licks, I done it
That's why a nigga always get blunted