[Chorus:]
We gone tear the bed up
I'm a fuck yo head up
I won't give no bread up
Unless u give yo head up
We gone tear the bed up
I'm a fuck yo head up
I won't give no bread up
Unless u give yo head up
We gone tear the bed up
And I'm a fuck yo head up
[Verse 1: Yung LA]
I'm a fuck yo head up
We gone make this bed quake
If I put that dope dick on you, I'm a make yo leg shake
I'm a have u screamin oww
I'm a beat dat pussy down
I'm a stand up in dat thing
I'm a hit dat shit like bow
I'm a go an fuck it up
I might let u suck me up
If u let that dick get sof
TU gotta make it stand back up
Round 1, round 2, u got sumthin left in u
I'm a make u stutter girl
I'm a take yo breath from u
I might be the death of u
Hit u with this murder dick
Double whopper wood shawty, hit u with the meanest stick
I don't want dat other chick
She ain't with dat freaky shit
I got a pair of olsen twins, I call the 2 her double mint
If u know how to work that shit
Shawty I might pay yo rent
I might write your ass a check
Depend on how u do that shit
Let me see u hit that split
Let me see u do that shit
Oww, oww, oww, oww
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yung LA]
Let her out this bed
Straight fuck up yo head
I might fuck u later on
But first u givin head
I don't get no head
U don't get no bread
But I still will murk that pussy
Kill it till it's dead
Grab u by your neck
Then push back your leg
Kiss u on your tity girl
Then give yo ass that head
Throw u on the floor
Beat that shit some more
Beat tha pussy fast
Beat that pussy slow
Leave that pussy sore
Girl u want some more
I know how 2 throw the dick lil shawty I'm a pro
We gone have some fun
We gone throw some one's
Drop this shit off early
Pass yo ass the one
Hit u with this chopper
Shoot u with this gun
Shawty say she sprung
Got her fucked up bout this tongue
Got this dick like bow
Shake that ass like oww
Lay down on the floor
Gone an do that shit like owww
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Macboney]
U know mac gone tear it up
U know mac gone tear it down
U know mac gone bounce that cock
Hit that pussy 12 rounds
U know mac one put it down
Chew u up & spit u out
U know I'm gone break u off
U know what I'm talkin bout
I'm a stretch that thang out
U gone scream my name out
U don't seem that freaky baby
But that freak done came out
I'm a bang ya brains out
Hit me with that brain power
We been fucking all day
We gone need another hour
U gone need another shower
I'm a make u skeet so hard
I'm a let that air in there
I'm a make that pussy fart
I'm a make u call on god when I get diggin in u
I'm a make u call ya gir
LWhen I get through jiggin with u
Girl this thing I too official
Jump up on this big ol missile
Girl I got a present 4 youI can't wait 2 see u christmas
This is how I gotta get cha
This is how I gotta rip ya
Bow, bow, bow, bow
Oh, fu fu Futuristic Leland
Look Futuristic Leland
I'm in
[Verse 1:]
Da first time I saw dat girl I was like WHOA
Lookin' like a model everytime she strike a pose
I be lookin' good up in my seven sixty coupe
See I was blowing purple smoke all up out da roof
My number in her pocket so you know she gon' call
When she hit da phone dawg know we bout to ball
Money in my pocket girl everythang' good
Tats on my face you can tell I'm from da hood
Nevermind dat, I'm a let you meet the team
Let you meet TIP I be rockin with da king
Grand hustle girl yeah everythang kosher
Get ya in da bed and I'm a do you like I'm posta,
Foreal
[Chorus:]
She caught me so off guard
Got me feelin like oh my God
Shawty shot me,
Shawty got me,
Shawty shot me like a taser gun
My numbers in her pocket,
I'm spaced out like a rocket.
Shawty shot me,
Shawty got me,
Shawty shot me like a taser gun
[Verse 2:]
I'm a try hit shawty like a high note BOW!
I wanna dive baby girl and do the back stroke
Shawty got a nigger, shawty shot da nigger
Shawty pull da taser gun out and shot a nigger
Light skin long hair dats the beauty queen
She the kinda girl you see up on da movie screen
She the kinda girl dat make make you wanna call her wife
She got her own and that's the kinda girl that I like
She a dime piece, she a diva too
She like the true religion jeans with the prada boots
Shawty say she like me
Cause I'm from the Ville
She want a yung fly guy and dats just what it is
[Chorus:]
She caught me so off guard
Got me feelin like oh my God
Shawty shot me,
Shawty got me,
Shawty shot me like a taser gun
My numbers in her pocket,
I'm spaced out like a rocket.
Shawty shot me,
Shawty got me,
[Hook:]
He party she party we party
Let's party you party who party just party let's party
Let's party let's party let's party let's party
[Verse 1: Yung LA]
VIP section off tha chain party over here
Big ballers on tha goosey and tha belvedere
Tha bad bitches in tha crowd lookin like sum models
Big money ova here we throwin up tha gwaup
Thugs 2 step goons pyrex
We rockin hard ova here this tha do it section
Tha party off tha chain they bouncin wall to wall
I'm 2 stepin with my remmi wipe me down dawg
Party ova here party ova there party party party party everywhere
Party ova here party ova there party party party party everywhere
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Young Dro]
Money at my party honeys at my party
This how we be doin we be at my dopeboi party
Remmi and becardi steady hollerin gnarley
Then I think I'm goin krayzie just like gnarls barkley
Black boy white boy swagg black boy white boy taggz
You kno wat it is in a black boy white boy jag
All these bitches hatin but they after our sack
All these bitches hatin but they after our sack
I'm bout to do my thang me and futuristic leland
Didn't you kno today is a futuristic season
So come on to my party so come on to my party
[Spoken:]
Aite we go do it one time
For all my big dawgs
All my ma Mothafuckin
Bosses niggas who callin the
Shots shout out to my nigga j money
Hoodrich official this one rite here
Brand new from the black micko's
[Chorus:]
Get out the way next run(for
The big dawg) b.m.b & b.m.g he's a big dawg we got the swag and tha bag(we da big dawgs)and when u see us in the street(we da big dawgs) I'm a big dawg he's a big dawg she's a big dawg(wassup big dawg)we some big dawg they some big dawg if u a big dwag
[Verse: Yung L.A.]
Soulte the curnnell naw I ain't master p barbeque chicken kfc mater peice
Zay tigga on the track and he goin
Hamma big dawg jugg man bitch hasta anwser hot like a heater or
A two seater take yo seniorita
Down ta ed beata bmg a hunnit
Migos tattos and we get alot
Boys yup times two me and
Jugg man must I remind
U meet yo money maker wack em
Then say who I been had
A swagg cash and a bag big dawg
J.money first name last
[Chorus:]
Get out the way next run(for
The big dawg) b.m.b & b.m.g
He's a big dawg we got the swag
And tha bag(we da big dawgs)and
When u see us in the street(we da big dawgs) I'm a big dawg he's a
Big dawg she's a big dawg(wassup big dawg)we some big dawg they some big dawg if u a big dwag
[Verse: J. Money]
I'm a big dawg I been a big dawg
I'll have dis muthafucka jumpin like
Six squad(rip it)west side tide hoe
Let's see yo whip dawg u got dem poodle pockets my pockets big dawg
Soulte the muthafuckin general
I'm big dawg status ya'll
Niggas minatures polyster muthafuckin chain u can get the whole
Bird or I can brake u off a
Wang I'm stunnitin I got
Baseball figures rims stay
Low prices like the ball park
Tickets(whoo it's outta here)east side the whole south fuckin witchall if u
A real nigga soulte the big dawg
[Chorus:]
Get out the way next run(for
The big dawg) b.m.b & b.m.g
He's a big dawg we got the swag and tha bag(we da big dawgs)and
When u see us in the street(we da big dawgs) I'm a big dawg he's a
Big dawg she's a big dawg(wassup big dawg)we some big dawg
They some big dawg if u a big dwag
[Verse: Parlea]
Big dawg status wat the hell is
Goin on I'm fuckin with my big dawg
Down fa goin home big dawg
Money big dawg jewelry flat
Screens in my ear tha same
Color urane say watcha doin
I'm all outta stuff wat da hell
U cout up a whole lota buzz
Let me go and get a beat
From zay tigga a big dawg
Hook got tha booke off tha
Higga than I'm a big dawg
I be like roof I'm a big dawg
Wat da hell r u I dnt now
Ya'll I dnt fuck with ya'll
Down hall tamavill
We some big dawgs
[Chorus:]
Get out the way next run(for
The big dawg) b.m.b & b.m.g
He's a big dawg we got the swag and tha bag(we da big dawgs)and
When u see us in the street(we da big dawgs) I'm a big dawg he's a
Big dawg she's a big dawg(wassup big dawg)we some big dawg
OOhhhh
bow (repeat 5x)
Aint I (repeat 5x)
OH ,Remix
Welcome to the 1
Grand hustle 1
Aint I (repeat 4x)
Remix
Verse 1 [Yung LA]
ya got to know the boy futuristic aint it
my work can make the j's do the jumpman cant it?
you got to know this the remix right here
grand hustle baby it's the kings right here
you got to know we gwappin' pockets extra sloppy
don't i love my vegetables extra cheese and broccoli
don't yung LA like to kick it like karate
don't i be with j-money servin everbody
ain't we up in magic city throwin up the profit
ain't me and tip takin off like a rocket
ain't my aint my aint my aint my aint my money long
ain't i x4 still puttin on
[Chorus]
Ain't I x7
Ain't I smokin strong, Ain't I puttin on, ain't I rockin yays, ain't my money long
Ain't I x7
Ain't I in the ville, ain't I on the hill, ain't I on a pill, ain't I ain't I real
Verse 2 [Young Dro]
Ok my rims so big i'm at the tip top ain't i
choppers in the trunk'll make you do the maccarena
pull up to the flo yell mutha fucka ain't i
all black coupe i can buy it bitch can't i
remix yung LA and t.i. this a banga
dro you on that thang you'nt hear me trick ain't i
big roll royces ain't i got em nautious
we be in ferraris the cars wit the horses
ain't i on a pill ridin down Dhill ( a popular steet near downtown Atlanta)
iced 30 below minus the wind chill
ain't i packing chrome
ain't i goin strong
ain't i x4 got it goin on
young droooo
[Chorus]
Ain't I x7
Ain't I smokin strong, Ain't I puttin on, ain't I rockin yays, ain't my money long
Ain't I x7
Ain't I in the ville, ain't I on the hill, ain't I on a mil, ain't I ain't I real
Vers 3 [T.I.]
Ralph Lauren Purple label
ain't I fresh as i can be
made it through my situation
ain't i blessed as i can be
ain't i laughin at these h8tas tryna take a shot at me
they don't know which way to go I make it easy follow me
honestly ain't i insane i think that's the way i gotta be
ain't i so so supafly boy ain't nobody hot as me
ain't t.i. all on TV when he wake up and go to sleep
everywhere they notice me ay for yourself just go and see
my community i'm servin though they hope i don't succeed
hear me speak they so intrigued (ain't he snitchin) no indeed
you come with that common flow yo show i have to commander
since i see you can't take ova i'll just have to volunteer
ain't i yo superior listen here bruh you not up here
i'm so zone 1 til it ain't funny twice the G that i appear
rep bankhead so loud and clear
gon be gone for bout a year
so paper trail you gotta hear
but ain't that ain't i outta here ayy
[Chorus]
Ain't I x7
Ain't I smokin strong, Ain't I puttin on, ain't I rockin yays, ain't my money long
Ain't I x7
Ain't I in the ville, ain't I on the hill, ain't I on a pill, ain't I ain't I real
OOhhhh
bow (repeat 5x)
Aint I (repeat 5x)
OH ,Remix
Welcome to the 1
Grand hustle 1
Aint I (repeat 4x)
Verse 1 [Yung LA]
ya got to know the boy futuristic aint it
my work can make the j's do the jumpman cant it?
you got to know this the remix right here
grand hustle baby it's the kings right here
you got to know we gwappin' pockets extra sloppy
don't i love my vegetables extra cheese and broccoli
don't yung LA like to kick it like karate
don't i be with j-money servin everbody
ain't we up in magic city throwin up the profit
ain't me and tip takin off like a rocket
ain't my x5 money long
ain't i x4 still puttin on
[Chorus]
Ain't I x7 Ain't I smokin strong, Ain't I puttin on, ain't I rockin yays, ain't my money long
Ain't I x7 Ain't I in the ville, ain't I on the hill, ain't I on a pill, ain't I ain't I real
Verse 2 [Young Dro]
Ok my rims so big i'm at the tip top ain't i
choppers in the trunk'll make you do the maccarena
pull up to the flo yell mothafucka ain't i
all black coupe i can buy it bitch can't i
remix yung LA and t.i. this a banga
dro you on that thang you'nt hear me trick ain't i
big roll royces ain't i got em nautious
we be in ferraris the cars wit the horses
ain't i on a pill ridin down Dill ( a popular steet near downtown Atlanta)
iced 30 below minus the wind chill
ain't i packing chrome
ain't i goin strong
ain't i x4 got it goin on
young droooo
[Chorus]
Ain't I x7 Ain't I smokin strong, Ain't I puttin on, ain't I rockin yays, ain't my money long
Ain't I x7 Ain't I in the ville, ain't I on the hill, ain't I on a mil, ain't I ain't I real
Vers 3 [T.I.]
Ralph Lauren Purple label
ain't I fresh as i can be
made it through my situation
ain't i blessed as i can be
ain't i laughin at these hatas tryna take a shot at me
they don't know which way to go I make it easy follow me
honestly ain't i insane i think that's the way i gotta be
ain't i so so supafly boy ain't nobody hot as me
ain't t.i. all on TV when he wake up and go to sleep
everywhere they notice me ay for yourself just go and see
my community i'm servin though they hope i don't succeed
hear me speak they so intrigued (ain't he snitchin) no indeed
you come with that common flow yo show i have to commander
since i see you can't take ova i'll just have to volunteer
ain't i yo superior listen here bruh you not up here
i'm so zone 1 til it ain't funny twice the G that i appear
rep bankhead so loud and clear
gon be gone for bout a year
so paper trail you gotta hear
but ain't that ain't i outta here ayy
[Chorus]
Ain't I x7 Ain't I smokin strong, Ain't I puttin on, ain't I rockin yays, ain't my money long
Ok Ok Ok Ok
Wat It Is Wat It Is Wat It Is
Ok Ok Ok Ok Ok
Wat It Is Wat It Is Wat it Is
[x2: Yung L.A.]
36'os (Ok)
28's Whoa (Ok)
Neck On Froze (Ok)
Wrists On Cold (Ok)
Swagg Like Damn (Wat It Is)
Straight Drop Yams (Wat It Is)
Pockets On Ham (Wat It Is)
Meatball Lamb (Ok)
[Yung L.A.:]
Pull Up 08 Meatball Lamb
Offsets Inside Sunset Tan
Big Stupid Bank Rolls Pockets On Ham...
Yung L.A. Got Dem Hoes Like God Damn
It's Dem Straight Drop Boys Bitch We Got Yam
Put Some Extra On It 4 U Boy We Got Grams
Wat It Do Dog Wat It Do Dog
Made 10 Grand At My Show And Blew It At Da Mall
Yung L.A. Ball Yung L.A. Stuntin
Shawty Gettin To The Money Nigga Like Wat
Whips Like Uh Tips Like Uh
50.Cal Extended Clip Nigga Like Uh...
[x2: Yung L.A.]
36'os (Ok)
28's Whoa (Ok)
Neck On Froze (Ok)
Wrists On Cold (Ok)
Swagg Like Damn (Wat It Is)
Straight Drop Yams (Wat It Is)
Pockets On Ham (Wat It Is)
Meatball Lamb (Ok)
[Lil Boosie:]
36'os 36'os All White All White Like Sum Tip Toes
Foreign Cars My Boy Dats How We Roll
I'm Sub-Zero My Whole Body Froze
Choppin O's In Da Kitchen Know Wat I'm Talkin Bout
My Niggas Pop Bottles Make Girls Swallow
My Niggas Tote Choppers When It's Crunch Time
I'm Out Da Pot Straight Drop... Lunch Time
Wrist On Froze Think It's A Game
Da Biggest Bracelet In Da Game Put Dat On Everything
Mama Taught Me But I Never Heard A Word
Servin Dem Birds Venolo Style Man We Ballin!
[x2: Yung L.A.]
36'os (Ok)
28's Whoa (Ok)
Neck On Froze (Ok)
Wrists On Cold (Ok)
Swagg Like Damn (Wat It Is)
Straight Drop Yams (Wat It Is)
Pockets On Ham (Wat It Is)
Meatball Lamb (Ok)
[Yung L.A.:]
36'os Dats A Damn Whole
Northpole Diamonds Got My Neck Froze
Swagg Like Oh Plus My Wrists Cold
28's Got Them Groupie Hoe's Like Whoa
Brand New Clothes Brand New Dro
Straight Drop Yams Brand New Shows
It's A New Year It's A New Day
Same Old Haters Brand New K
Louie Got Next Pockets Like Yes
Ears On Flex Yea We On X
Boy U Geeked Up Bitch I Might Be
100, 000 Worth Of Jewelry I'm So Icy
[x2: Yung L.A.]
36'os (Ok)
28's Whoa (Ok)
Neck On Froze (OK)
Wrists On Cold (OK)
Swagg Like Damn (Wat It Is)
Straight Drop Yams (Wat It Is)
Pockets On Ham (Wat It Is)
[Young Lay]
Chillin in my own hood 87's on the corner
The loc'est side in Vallejo California
But I must warn you it's dangerous on my side of the way
That is why we bump the sounds that get down the lay
Straight mugsta a thugsta that's getting paid
Too fast spliffs in my half of game will make'em pay
The month of may is when I first started my grinds
Slanging brakes even cake in eighty-nine
Things was fine cuz brothers wasn't front in black
Now what do I know thangs was way too wack
Cuz everytime I turn my back there was a new one on the scene
Saying a little bit of nuthing will get in paid green
On magazines rapping the hoes and the whole nine
That ol punk shit makes me leave the grind
And go full time in my whole rap career
Cuz I scrap with the raps that you love to hear
Sipping on beer and dojies from the dank spot
I hit the spliffs and split my shit and now I can't stop
Pushing crack rock only on the strips and alleyways
It's gangsta lay from the v straight from the cali main
What we caught and shit we bag it up and chop it down cut rates
Sell weights pound for pound
Check out the product me show you think you can get served
And if you got with the rest of the nigga to the curb
Beat down to the ground that like he's there
That's how it's done with a muthafucking loc'est playa
The crazy ants spicey ohh and my cousin tay
Riding waves just get a magazine in my niggas main
Macking mic lil twan me and spoon d gp and big g and lil reek
Loccest solja smoking doja
And paying the cops no mind why
[Chorus x3]
Sticking to the grind
Gotta make that many
[Young Lay]
Engine itching is number nine sticking to the fucking grind
And if that bitch is in your scratch let the nine give her depth
Put the gat down her throat diggity down deeper though
Time to let a hoe know that I'm all about the flow
I'm know on my side the loccest side ride like that cold turkey
And keep a strap in my black derby
So when I got it on then I'm rocking a microphone
Nigga let it alone for the set ring it on
Got my cudee crazy het in the back of me
Young juve's from the lowest place young face clocking g'z
And something will be stopping his mail I let the coat sold some dope now
cari got me clocking man
[Chorus x3]
[Young Lay]
Mr. muthafucka musta brought the niggas
Looking at the nuts I'm about to but some nuts in you
Fucking mouth cuz you's about being a bitch
And everytime I turn my back you nose is in my shit
I stack pay and hustle hard everyfucking day
Payed it to myself even though rapping keep though suckers away
But niggas be up on the dick like it's the fucking thing to do
I hit the locest strip seen somebody slanging too
They ain't from the crew
So they muggs on me but what you trying to do fool
Make some green trick you ain't no hoe
You aint' no dope pushers
See niggas be hitting ninety dope rest in the bushes
Trying to knock my game coming through they must be curious
Cuz I'm slanging things that make a few bangs go delirious
It's just like the seventh day when a young playa wakes up
Get my pager I got to pagers to make these feens think I'm faking or what
My shirt I tuck then I put on my dirby cotton heens
Hooked up with the crew now we sitting in a group steady serving the feens
Hoes dwell off the sales and I'm liking the broad
And off to Josie off the dank I had to make the fall
[Young Lay]
Baby fuck back now you could bet a girp that I won't slip
Even though I love to perk some hennessey with lemon squeee
With lemon squeeze all the jerk it just might work through the night
But yet we ain't sangers cuz I keep my game tight
I be kickin the stuff holding the mic
With a slight grip as I like a smith and stop a stressin
A ruthless adolessence you might become a lesson
Put on My suit and clown naw playa that's what hoes do
All the rhyme sales so I'm storming through
But since birth but I been doing this type of shit 80 13
I'm really not that clean when I'm on the scene gangsta lean
Roll info deep but our gats in the seat I would really like to creep
With all the playa crew cuz your hoe I'd be gattin through
He told me all about cha your spots and your where abouts
And how to catch you slippin trippin on that main route
You say this by the kitchen I told the hoe to get a kid if he's a playa
She's coming with me I got fried fo it genius for a weed bag
in 92 see Pac in the jail naw nigga he's a foo' but I wasn't in the
But I'm gonna teach this as a Lesson 1994
Yo ruthless adolesnece
[Chorus: x2]
Hittin the clean you rather see me sober
Peace to the niggas that hearing this
[Young Lay]
Pay back lay back got a sac of boones
Sittin in wracks with the cutties in they back room
Diggity Dam dungeon cunt I split the weed smoke
That my peodic come they just get keyyed and making a mail paper juice in
They cookin thangs they hate this mail I will I guess I gots to make the grip
I got a gap so thick it's going down it's
Gonna make me shit but I ain't trippin they got me living dangerously
And carrying an extra clippin cuz even these hoes are aiming me
Instead of wanting to be blaming me
But hoochie hoes is crazy hoe lifestyle changed
When she had the baby now she want's to
Name me but liggidy low is sex do love them to be your baby
But lookin like the next dough
And shit got crossed up cuz his bitch knew my buissnes can I get a witness
They driving fools delirious peace to the niggas
That be hearing this ruthless adolessence
[Chorus]
Puff puff pass nigga lets all
puff puff pass nigga lets all
puff puff pass nigga lets all
If you don't pay you don't smoke
[Young Lay]
See I puff then pass through the cuts
Got to make the dash
Lit another blunt hurry up fetch had to come and get
Split it's kind of hart to take the losses
Quickly had to brake ya'll now I'm thinking ya'll slice the sweet
And quickly rolled it up got to catch you fold it up
In the green with the heat of my cup
Stupid stuff but all my cudees blaze wit me
And when they blaze young lay get's way dizzy
I'm feeling tipsey so you know I'm feeling perk
Walk through the club seeing sister on with some tight skirts
But what I got on ya a sack black lips and lungs
I got what I got to stack hunds and ones
Now I know why they wanna see me up state
Going to prisions for descisions that should don't make
You gone brake cuz the county you in ain't no joke
You can bounce when you want
[Chorus]
[Young Lay]
I come from a family of three sprung on the sticky green
I hit the spot and said it don't stop but repeat
Yale gets caught and yale gets off
One of my tapes run around thinking lay soft
They bootsey trick'em fools all I wanted juice
while homies sell and flaunt keys
And we stay deeper than some vietnamese
When the microphone is on the rhyme hit some rushing up some fine chicks
While cudees yelling rewind this
It's critical homies calling me on a digital phone
To know what's going on am I coming home or what
I was living way plush young lay must
Stacking g'z and come clean on capris candy
I see my family running away from these folks
Down with young lay and qude downless flode
And roll another jay but in the swiss a sweet
In the grass I down with wax with ten sacks and bags
[Chorus]
[Young Lay]
My indo indo spot it just don't stop everytime I go to wit
Dank we let her hold it in than roll another spliff
Splurred by professional scenes I mean the punk police
Who always want to front on me they coming around when I'm keyed
Thinking that we some hood rats I got some good yat
Base to make your crack blu I rap with interior black
Hear me coming watch me scat who is he where he be
I heard he got a lil scratch but young lay ain't all that
Love to see him fall flat smash and check to the curb
I'm with the clock stack with junkie key can keep the glock on the turn
Dubiees with herb all smashed in the ash tray
Now rollers wanna tail gait I put them on lay away
Cuz lay through this everyday I try to mash in another way
And now there wondering if this gangster stay
But like a truff I clock some gluff high up in my playa suit
Fine hoes and daisy dukes gonna jock me cuz these crazy fools
[Ebony]
Sup ya'll this is Ebony I'm from a playah'z hole with young lay
I can't let you down til you take it off
[Young Lay]
Now there's a dope rhyme sale up in this town
Listen to the sounds I bring
I be dropping hoes be jocking like feens
I comes so clean when I spit in his mouth piece
Coming with that young playa shit fools get with or without me
Living life dangerously but hoes be in the nickel mix
When I think I hind of this but silly rabbits full of tricks
But I don't trip let her be a mac though she ain't
Baby bought the rules in the fucking dank
Tip toed out the door right after I g'd her
I wanted to do the crew so how the fuck am I going to sleep with her
I liggity loc the side digged her down like I'm straight
I bet that trickity tramp bitch keep me down now I'm back on the set
Kicking up some more though yea hoe that's how it works
I told her I'am getting paid cuz the game is like some minute maid
I still got hoes to faint
LAY DAMMIT my nigga played the dozen running through her crew
Her sister partner and her cousin
School I though you know in 92 but it's only buzzing
Then up in 93 in the vidy there always up to something
The po or not got you running way past 94 cuz they couldn't find me though
Chillin up in my playah'z home
[Chorus x2]
Make ma ma ney ma ney
Make ma ma ney ma ney
That the way we do it
Off in my playaz home
[Young Lay]
I spit some game at these hoes they can't get a hold of
I said to be with me I going to need somebody I can fold love
Steady cashflow where a nigga should be getting strady paid
On breaking a bitch and leaving a hoe with some juice and change
You got a job hoe and you know u need to get one
To get with me cuz see I need to get some income
Straight pimp the p, i, m, p, the bitch that be steady pleasing me
Cuz now I'm a mc
I can't wait got a date in jamaca
Me and the chocolate trip on a trick with some dank huh
I threw my loccest side gruve in and put my dick smooth in
And now she want to plan to move in
I told the young baby like this
I hear that shit she dropping put some heam in the spliff
And quit the panties dropping what do I mean naw
I gots to go back to velliho hit the L's in my playah'z home
[Chorus x2]
[Young Lay]
Back in the day I used to be tripping off the messy hoes
Young life been a trip peeped the pimp game
Ever saw the straight up used to check a hoe
Getting it for the means though
Fast talking comment brains full of bomb in
See pencils never come in
Always with that to the gangsters that used to spit rap
And still took heat and ol shcool kick back
But now they living phat growing up off of my shit
Why you g'd l y be you little ol suckas
They can never get enough of this loccest shit
Running up in your bitch niggas scared to get a dose of this the game
The shit you was on up on but let you tell it
They never knew about my crew and hoe we in the valley
Late night creeping out the back door
Dank box in my demo tape they wouldn't play me though
I gained publicity now they like to listen see
I turn nuts when I hits the set nigga what
But now I got to find me a bigger cut niggas hate
To see me in triggers got the biggest gut
I pulled the shit now I'm stuck
Yo young lay where you stuck
Off in my playah'z home
[Chorus: x4]
I didn't want to spill him, I only want his loot
I didn't want to spill him but I had to shoot
[Young Lay]
Lawd have mercy on him, I didn't want to spill him
I only wanted his loot but I had to shoot
As soon as he stopped I turned and locked the door
he reached for his gat
And get the pourin like bleach when I split splat
And on this jack I'm dialin on the cellular
Cudee's in the lowest cuz hit 'em with one and now they was
They tried to milk me so I pealed him quick as fuck
Cudee seen his brains and remains say you sick as the fuck
You know what's up, and yea y'all know the deal
There go them niggas who tried to fandangle let's untangle this
Sicc Set, loccest out, Black 'N' Dangerous
They never knew about my crew and how we came to this
Slapping niggas over the head with a gang of shit
Get respect, got a tech hollerin it's the set
I'm constantly sweatin, rollers might be comin fast
Cudees, some money, a fifth of Remi with some bloody zags
Left him fast cause it was sheisty
Counted the cash and dropped the bitches by the spot
G paper ain't nuthin to have me sneakin up on your daily block
and high as a kite
I cut your neck and nigga that's your life
[Chorus x4]
I didn't want to spill him, I only want his loot
I didn't want to spill him but I had to shoot
[In background:]
Lawd have Mercy, Oh Lawd
Lawd have Mercy, Oh Lawd Heeeyyyeah
Lawd have mercy
Lawd have mercy
Lawd have mercy
[Young Lay]
Killin remains dealin phat livin off of caine
Even got you gat whole crew stacks and pack a mack
How cold are keys and just what have we
Young job schemin, and now we sewin up this whole street
Lounge with me and get y'all spot Sicc Set mack
Till you on the strip with gat and don't want to get jack
It's in his arms I'm not calm
The rollers on our dick and punk bitches know we got it going on
It's in my blood I got love I told my homie run
Because the rollers might be comin bounce
And even though they saw you bounce
And even though your going down toss your g that quarter-ounce
Ruffed and cuffed him and now they fin to rush me
Shit, Lawd have mercy
[Chorus x4]
I didn't want to spill him, I only want his loot
I didn't want to spill him but I had to shoot
[In background:]
Lawd have Mercy, Oh Lawd
Lawd have Mercy, Oh Lawd Heeeyyyeah
Lawd have mercy
Lawd have mercy
Lawd have mercy
[Young Lay]
Shoot'em till he dies take his loot and ride
Who will be doing this shit in the mind of a lunatic
I came across a lot of homies who was nice guys
But some of these nicer guys is jackin in disguise
And hell of mellon G's fuck this sprouts jealousies
And over debatin they got you hatin from the start
Just like that broken heart that homie leaded to another fantasy
Like showing them cops where we lounge at and where we be
Now when they see me they post up explode the turf G
Lawd have mercy
The definition of a playa hata:
A busta
A bitch with a dick
A violator of the Sixth Bar of the Mack Game
"Man, you know that nigga Khayree fuckin Mac Mall on his money, man
You know that nigga Lay ain't gon' get paid
Heard Ray Luv in jail and shit"
Little old bitch-ass muthafuckas
Mac Mall
Young Lay
Ray Luv
I'ma need y'all to come in, man
I need the whole Young Black Brotha Records line-up to come in
And spit some game to these lil' old bitches with dicks
Playa-hatin busta-ass nuthin-ass niggas
Now you nuthin-ass niggas check game
Hey playa, don't it be a point in your life
Where you just wanna smoke a muthafucka, man?
(Fuck yeah!)
Man you get to trippin on some of that wild shit
Hoes and flauntin shit
A nigga tryina kick back, man, you know
Be real about his fetti though
They all in a nigga mix
What's up, Mac Mall, Ray Luv
What's up, playas?
Hey man, that be them inner way-ass niggas, Lay
Cuz it's like this, man:
When my album came out, man
Next thing you know it's a million muthafuckas in my face
Askin me so many questions
Shit...
Young Ray Luv, what's up man?
(Jealous-ass muthfafuckas...)
Yo, we tryina come real about the fetti though
(Hell yeah)
That's right
Check this out
You know we all about that money, man
Got no time to be trippin on that stupid shit
Little old biaatch
Ah, it's goin down
(That's right)
But anyway
Who finna serve em some of that old pimp shit, man?
(I think Ray Luv)
Your nigga Young Ray Luv in the house
(I think i'm finna come on first)
Tell em muthafuckas
[Ray Luv]
One mo' time for the streets of Killa Cali
Grew up on the dank and shootin dice up in the alley
Back when niggas had names like Rock Tee, Chin and Butta
O.G. game from the muthafuckin gutter
I guess it was cool when a nigga had no riches
Cuz niggas didn't p.h. and run they mouths like bitches
Much love for the hood, what up, nigga, where's my homies?
Show love for these niggas, but they ain't got no love for me
Jealous as fuck when I got love from the Crest niggas
But all I get is mean mugs from you West niggas
Now that I think these muthafuckas is so funny
'll peel a nigga's cap for a trick-ass nobody
(You better check your heart and your brain, man
I think you niggas need to get up on some game, man)
Picked up on your ho, I'm gettin jocked by your steady
All I want the money though, I'm all about my fetti
Nigga
Money money money's all I know
I gots no time to waste with you trickin punk-hoes
Money money money's all I see
You need to get some game and quit fuckin with me
Moneeey
(I'm all about my fetti)
Money
[Mac Mall]
Now half of these niggas is falsified
The rest is full of mess, so they tend to hide
A lotta them is cowards who be actin hard
Some is tired-ass tricks who will never get far
Some is straight dopefiends tryina grind they lley
But they still pushin pebbles to this muthafuckin day
Some start funk over hoes and blame it on somethin else
Them niggas need to check theyself
But the sucker that I hate the most
Is the busta full of envy, mad cuz he broke
Every night he be stressin, thinkin that his hoe wanna get me
I wouldn't fuck her with yo dick, she ain't got nothin to give me
Cuz your nigga is broke, so hoe, I know you're starvin
So you won't have to worry about Mac Mall harmin
Your boyfriend and girlfriend relationship
I got my money and my cuddies, who needs a bitch?
Mac Mall will never get played
I'ma stay Ses ways
And you know I'm all about that money
That's all I know, nigga
Fuck them hoes and them niggas
That's all I see in the Triple C
Stop fuckin with me
I'm all about my fetti
I'm all about my fetti
Yeah, my nigga Young Lay
Come serve these fools
[Young Lay]
Gettin blimped with a tramp up on ? confusin what's right
To hide the doubt, so I grab my money and my lle', high
Why do these youngsters by so nervous,
niggas creepin thru these turfs
Plus these po-po's tryin to serve us ill
But I kick back and just act with my fuckin clan
And kick that gangsta rap and spit about my gangsta macks
On rap tracks and spit for those that copy free
And givin they dap and tellin me it ain't a day without drink and weed
G's get stacked, now who's a mack, yeah, the nigga shook ya
Ki's of crack get cut down, but but not by the cook up
But yo, they crookers, watchin me all the time
But I keep lookin and keep a nine by my spine
Or to my side, cuz when I ride you'll never know
But if it's over some dough, Young Lay is quick to let it go
And let him know, nigga, that this is loc side
Home of the mack, playa pros, squares run and hide
Cuz tonight we gonna do it just like this
But if your hoe is choosin, nigga, the mic's in my fist
Some of this mixed with a whole lotta that
Old fuelin with new, it made my fetti fat
Money money money's all I know
I gots no time to waste with you trickin punk-hoes
Money money money's all I see
You need to get some game and quit fuckin with me
Moneeey
(I'm all about my fetti)
Money
Ah yeah
Youknowmsayin?
There it is right there
And there you have it, muthafuckas
Straight muthafuckin game
From three pimpin-ass young playin-ass muthafuckas
Ray Luv
Mac Mall
And Young pimpin-ass Lay
Youknowmsayin?
They just touched it on that 6th bar of them 32 muthafuckin bars
You muthafuckin busta-ass niggas with complexes
Broke punk-ass muthafuckas that always got your muthafuckin nose
Into somebody else shit
Now what you need to be doin
Is gettin your own muthafuckin game tight
You understand me?
And eh - youknowmsayin
Put some fetti in your own muthafuckin pockets
'stead of runnin round here talkin bout what the fuck is we doin
Youknowmsayin?
Cjz we straight dwellin on the green
Ain't got no time for that in-between
Youknowmsayin?
So all you busta-ass niggas
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