Luniz

*(in the background)*

Man that's all he gets is a year man, hell nah!

*(Yukmouth rambling)*

Hey, what's all this?? Hey stop all this confusion. Hey!! Order in the
court.... YOU'RE GUILTY!!

*(man talking)*

No I'm not guilty, you're guilty. Law makers. Politicians. Business men.
The police. You don't see no black folks dropping packages out of
airplanes. You don't see none of that. You're the reason why, I'm a
criminal. You're the reason why, I'm.... The Ice Cream Man.

Verse 1 *(Knumskull)*

I, spent hella time on the block late,
an I feel safe, as long as I can shoot the glock straight,
so come,
get the greenery,
rush to the bank collect yo doe,
make sho you got yo bucks in yo hand, cuz the man,
(be comin around the mountian when he come!)
that's a rigg up,
I rather swallow my yay, an shit slugs,
fuck task, it's a must I bubble,
so many rocks in my jaw I feel like Barney Rubble,
I got my, pager,
an my, bus pass,
grab my Avion water juss incase I had to dust task,
it was about four otha niggaz on the spot grindin,
one was on my team smokin hamps an poppin leads,
(knock on weed nigga, fuck that knock on weed, you got a twenty??)
gave up two ten's an a bump cuz I had plenty,
not even knowin what I juss did,
put the money in my pocket an headed back to the crib,
got a tingle on my dick feelin bad,
looked up an seen task cars comin at me,
so I bounced through a buildin lost all my cash,
swallowed my rocks, ditched my pager, I'm haulin ass,
then found myself by Blyman's house,
thinkin about juice,
hit the turf, sky out,
through the roof,
but that plan was cancelled,
betta give up,
betta throw yo hands up,
here comes the man,
the gloves on the other hand,
got on my knees,
crossed my legs,
then threw up my hands,
one of them yelled "Bitch hit the deck!!",
Kevin Reese grabbed the stick an almost broke my neck,
I'm handcuffed on the ground wit a foot in my back,
then they asked me "Hey where the fuck our money at??!!",
now I'm stressin cuz the dogs right beside me,
they took me down so that the under could identify me,
You got the right one BAY-BEE!!
Shot me downtown,
threw me in a cell that's drivin me crazy,
so they booked me,
walked me through the court door,
stripped me down,
an gave me some drawls the next nigga wore,
I'm in my pad makin phone calls,
so I can post bail,
go home,
an then put on my own drawls,
got in touch wit my nigga Yuk,
what's up fool??!!,
I got a quarter ounce hidden in the cut,
snatch it up,
get it off,
come an get me,
before I go back to court an they judge can get wit me,
cuz the D-A,
was talkin nonsense at my arraignment,
an think she's still talkin the same shit,
the

I Got 5 On It (Clean Bay Ballas Vocal Remix)

[Intro: I don't know it]


[Verse One: Don't know it, too.]


same under verse this song

[Verse Two: Knumskull]
Like Nyquil, I drop fever; so either put your five up
or ya gots to "Leave It" like "Beaver"
Cause see a, niggy perkin broke'll smoke your spliff all day
Go home and buy big drinky with his pretty then parlay
I got five on the Hennessey, Seagram's, or 40's
Cause "This is How We Do It" like Montell Jordan
I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is a goner
Knum' blowin it up like Oklahoma

[Verse Three: Richie Rich]
Put ya feev' with my fin, best believe we'll bend
Mo' corners than you thought, to somethin writers bought
Mo' C-zacks? Believe that, tokin
Where you from? Oakland, smokin
In attempts to crack the chest plate
The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me
At every event I'm sacked up
So if ya need me, scream "Double R" when ya see me

Chorus: Michael Marshall

I got five on it {"Got it good!"}
Grab your fo', let's get keyed
I got five on it..
Messin with that endo weed!
I got five on it {"Got it good!"}
It's got me stuck, cannot go back
I got five on it..
Potnah, let's go half on a sack!

[Verse Four: E-40]
E-40.. why ya treat me so bad? 40 makes it happen
Fives gets slapped and revenue grows
from just a little bit of lightweight flamboastin
Potent fumes lingerin mighty clouds and Northern Lights
You expect to vick the baron
and you'll be violatin my civil rights
I'm startin to feel my scrilla
but perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin me
For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools B
Pockets empty, pitchin five, man I'm dusted
Took off my hat, passed it around, man sprinkle me

[Verse Five: Yukmouth]
Me and E-40 to the head, comin fed plus, you let the lead bust
Ready to do a murda, mayn; perved off the Hurricane
Slurred again, witness what bein off two-fifths equal
Me killin people like Jason, facin death every sequel
(Insane in the membrane!) "Bring the Pain" like Method
Neglected, smokin kryptonite to the brain for breakfast
Guzzle the Hen-do, finsta do the evil that men do
Give me feev', I shall proceed to continue

Chorus

[Verse Six: Shock G]
Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town
Mess around and heard Yuk and Knum, said I gotta be down
Cause new styles is goin down, look around you
Tunes from the Lunz spreadin round and round you
Back to get my O on, they let me flow on
The thirty-five on it, yeah, I'm on it
Still bringin satin for them drawers
Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause

[Verse Seven: Spice 1]
Rollin up cannabis seteva, hittin the Mary Jane
Smokin the five before it's tweleve o'clock, sippin on Hurricane
Ready to smoke on the endo; rollin up my window, fin' to go to the land
With a hand fulla broccoli, when it comes to the sticky I'm the man
Crush nasty I be hittin the J so hard I earl
Fall on the floor fittin to have a stroke T-H-C ain't no joke
I got five on ery'thing, let's get loaded and smoke
S-P-I-C-E about to hit it an' croaaaakkkkk

Chorus

[Outro]
Yeahhah, whassup baby?
It's me, your boy with the kick that's always tight
You a little short on some ends?
Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got five on that
I got you

Verse 1

As I preceed to count my dividends
plenty ends that I done made with plenty bitches
with plenty men that they done played I'm laid back up
in the cut with a cup of yak
I raise up with all the game that I've been holdin back
take your pumps off bitch let me check out yo heals
we pimps from Houston Texas to California for real
my pockets hurtin baby I need some financial love
so get where you supposed to and, do
what you does, get your facial done baby
do your physic well, no holdin jail over
resent mail, no hoes with no clothes
torn up and ripped apart
domestic violence bitches want out battered and scared
you fake hoes take of your drawls take yo pajamas
beat it with a hammer and scrape it across the ground
I found a new bitch for MJG, and the Luniz
this pimpin got me on cloud 10, I'm feelin zumie

Chorus

Hustlin, It's in my nature
Hustlin, don't be afraid
Hustlin, It's in my nature
Hustlin, don't be afraid

Verse 2

I'm creatin' havok on hood spots
the hustle don't quit until the good stop
but don't sleep we leavin' cars on wood blocks
an lookin for could be nots drivin by lookin wide-eyed
gone acid washed jeans T-shirt lookin tyedyed
FM beats lettin loose on big trips to Vegas
candy green polly dubbed nips lookin outrageous
big pimpin and panderin, big boostin and gamblin
everything is all good until police start manhandlin
picture me grappled, scrappled, snatched up by yo asshole
indicted on some chump charges that I didn't even ask for
gettin hastled by wild boys, like gettin lassoed by cowboys
any instructions given he put some more shit on like, now boy
like I'm supposed to jump out my Nikes and start sweatin
boss said anything, I'm makin the plan to start jettin off
oo- ah dont look behind until my shoes stop
the only thing on my mind is losin you cop



Chorus

Verse 3

Someone's knockin at my door, oh, who could it be
big baller with the sawed off choppin off all below your knees
I testify, not glorify, when I get high
tell all that listen what I see through my blood shot eyes
my peers they die, why, over they set they ride on cheddar cheese
on they knees, how, one to the head behind them keys
I dip through, the town on a rocket ship sittin on twinkie
smokin sticky, and breathin until my breathe get stinky
pops that pinky, never could seem to get his shit together
ran like DMC, left me livin thougher than leather, teenage eyes
soakin up the streets like a sponge, drugs and guns
and freakin hoes seemed to be so fun, from the beginnin
I've been sittin tryin to be winnin, dissin bitches
f**kin hoes, conversatin with women, workin out
pimp ass nigga since my day of birth, its in my blood nigga
I'm gonna hustle till I leave this earth

Chorus

Verse 3

Nigga, it's in my blood to f**k around with these thugs
straight villans, drug dealin, 38 snuff consume niggas buck pealin
I love millions, plus stackin them chips on up to the ceiling
sittin on fat like banks, wit out no scratch and no dank
we gettin bank, to set it off like Jada Pinkett
in a major way, just witness, business flossin
boss playas kickin champagne wishes before this rap business
playas I went from rags to riches
to havin cash and bad ass bitches
since day one, yo nigga been slangin that A-1 yola
hit ups savings, for razor blades and bakin soda, paper
chasin, usin V-12 to swell up the cola, baby just shakin
turnin the liquid form into bolas, I Chef like Raekwon
those friends that wanna blaze
one come over, dropped the napalm, until you scream
straight cream on up, coughin up they lungs they come back screamin
for more when it's over, slangin these head rhymes to young soldiers
these ??? known as hustlers, nigga

Chorus
(until end)

(Intro: Yukmouth)
Stress, that's all y'all hear, I like a bag of stress
(Is that right?), baby mamma's own
Speak on this, uh

(Chorus: Yukmouth)
My baby mamma, why y'all be crazy daily
Hit us up with drama, playin with babies
And tryin to break your player partners
Wonder why we blaze weed and steadily smokin marijuana?
Your baby mamma, YOUR MAMMA!

(Yukmouth)
My baby mamma, probably been screwed
by so many dudes that she's confused
Keep makin moves and breakin fools and V-12's like you and I
I flew in high of Endo and I.C.E.
That baby's supposed to look like me
Girl, youse a lie, now who's them eyes?
Where did he get that big-ass hair-fro?
Lookin like a baby macks hair-drum, huh
Platinum, until my bread come
So she can try to sue me and do me
like they did my man Num, my baby mamma
The typical groupie, she watch me go from
squattin the hoopie, to clockin loochie and the prowl
I see woman livin me coochie like, catch (catch)
Go, go smoke-a-lot Rolex stretch in the crowd, grab a bitch, ey
Throw up your hands if you're H-O-support
Throw up your hands if you're going to court hey
The life that you live is long not short hey
Dig it, you catch a nigga like me smokin weed
on the porch with your baby mamma

(Chorus: Yukmouth)
My baby mamma, why y'all be crazy daily
Hit us up with drama, playin with babies
And tryin to break your player partners
Wonder why we blaze weed daily smokin marijuana?
Your baby mamma, YOUR MAMMA!
Your baby mamma
I know she freak nasty something like a black Madonna
To get me back behind my back
She probably f**k my partner
but you can have her player partner
Yo, cause I forgot, my baby mamma (YOUR MAMMA!)

(Numskull)
My baby mamma, not dat, different from many same schemes
To conceive a nigga baby and basically f**k up everything
Bring your whole castle to ruins
If you don't see your baby in my presence then I'm suing
I knew you was scandalous, man-less, but I took a chance though
Now every time a nigga get paid, I see your hands hoe (ice that dough)
You stick the D.A. on me, and even worse than that
you got my little baby daughter thinkin daddy phony
But will she grow up; you tell her your faulty tales
When you took my essence, I check and spent all the mail
I was in jail, you told lies to my mum
Scooped the next nigga and sucked him at the prom
Now I'm, going to court for welfare-back payments
Because I didn't keep receipts and bank statements
I got the lead on ya, you only daddy's little girl
because I think your daddy's sweet on ya
Your baby mamma

(Chorus: Yukmouth)
Why y'all be crazy daily
Hit us up with drama, playin with babies
And tryin to break your player partners
Wonder why we blaze weed and daily smokin marijuana?
Your baby mamma, YOUR MAMMA!
Your baby mamma
I know she freak nasty something like a black Madonna
To get me back behind my back
She probably f**k my partner
but you can have her player partner
Yo, cause I forgot, my baby mamma (YOUR MAMMA!)

(Yukmouth)
Your baby mamma's they come in all shapes and sizes
With little surprises in their bellies
They use it to buy Christelly Chanelle jellies
and ounces of smelly al-greenery, smokin out the whole scenery
My baby mamma, the craziest bra since my wife
At night, she the type to go sleep walkin with a knife
like Jason Nikitcha, tryin to slit ya wrist and the bitch wit'cha
Did ya forget its been three years since I f**ked wit'cha (bitch)
Quit f**kin' my high off
Quit showin up at shows askin for dough f**kin my life off
Listen my boss players' haters, let the playboy
smoke-a-lot for nature, lace, modulate ya (hey)
Tie you shoes on these down-home blues
Out of all the woman I choose
Your baby mamma look like boo-bleh
I got some top notches I know you do to
But nine times out of ten your baby mamma look like boo-boo nigga

(Chorus: Yukmouth)
My baby mamma, why y'all be crazy daily
Hit us up with drama, playin with babies
And tryin to break your player partners
Wonder why we blaze weed and daily smokin marijuana?
Your baby mamma, YOUR MAMMA!
Your baby mamma
I know she freak nasty something like a black Madonna
To get me back behind my back
She probably f**k my partner
but you can have her player partner
Yo, cause I forgot, my baby mamma (YOUR MAMMA!)

(Outro: Yukmouth)
Now who got the baby mamma's uh, uh
Now sexy mamma's, mamma's, mamma's
Now who go the baby mamma's dig it
Hey, the classy mamma's, mamma's
Hey, hey, the welfare mamma's, mamma's
Hey, the section eight mamma's, mamma's
Hey, hey, now who got the baby mamma's?
Dig it, uh, done deal

Is it cool to f**k?
(bitch, whatcha wanna do)
If not just suck
(dick sold for a nickel)

Verse 1:
Baby tell me is it cool to touch me
before we room it up
do you need the strawberry booms to f**k
cut up the tunes and bump
what up my name is Yukmouth
but that don't mean I eat the pussy or the butt out
or you could get the f**k out my vehic
cause, eating your pussy I can't see it
a million other bitches I could be wit
believe it, see it aint aloud in the Lexo
don't talk that way
I'll drop your ass half a block away from the ghetto
with the club via Freak Nasty
Debbie doesn't but drinking niggers bubble up Freak Nasty
pass me that baggy of doe doe
global conversation on the mo mo, dig this

If you would like to blow the endo
lets go Holiday Inn in the ego
open the no smoke out the window
roll back to back when I'm in on my business

Is it cool to f**k?
(bitch, whatcha wanna do)
If not just suck
(dick sold for a nickel)

Verse 2:
Billy, put your seatbelt on
I aint got no bills
plus once up the ass and the streets full of Tash
(I just shake my ass)
that aint gonna work
but it will for me
lets see, pull up your skirt
let me feel the monkey
it kinda smells
you fine but you got to take a shower
I could tell
lets skate, blaze the hep, crack the Henney
here, hit that
don't, thats a no, give it back
damn, you ever met a bitch that need a muzzle
I got some gin in the back you can guzzle
by the way whats your motherf**kin name?
(you forgot alreay)
shit, I just cross reference with game
change your train of thought
I was taught to speak now and ask questions later
cause bitches quick to catch the vapors



Is it cool to f**k?
(bitch, whatcha wanna do)
If not just suck
(dick sold for a nickel)

Tell me whats up
Is it cool to f**k?
Tell me whats up
Is it cool to f**k?

Verse 3:
Baby tell me is it cool to f**k
but you already knowin
its 5 o'clock in the morning
where the f**k you think we going yet bitch
get blunted and beep
how we creep in Vineto 600 this week though

sit your asses
look at mesmorizes eyes that twinkle
bitches astounded by the Chinese and Peroneco
hey you, hit the showel
towels in the back, check it
and when you done bring your ass out here

surround by sounds coming out the walls
my little freak nasty bitch start coming out her draws
and all and all
she like to eat dick, a can of balls and her jaws
go down the chimney with Santa Clause

wheres my bitch?
three plus one equals four
naked motherf**kers
big orgies on the floor
bitches knees sore
rug burns, broken lamp shades
what a party this trash made

Is it cool to f**k?
(bitch, whatcha wanna do)
If not just suck
(dick sold for a nickel)

Tell me whats up
Is it cool to f**k?
Tell me whats up
Is it cool to f**k?

Is it cool to f**k?
(bitch, whatcha wanna do)
If not just suck
(dick sold for a nickel)

I fucked you, you fucked me
We had one fat ass orgy
With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt
Nothing but a freak and no future in the front

Verse 1:
Bitches be lovin' how I dick em
when I get them in the mood to fuck
they hold up all my nuts and lick em
they break me off cash flow
any damn thing I ask for
so a nigga paid up the asshole
some fools be thinking they gotta win her like Bruce Jinna
but Joe Tenner is letting every nigger run up in her
most of the tricks I pick up
like to get fucked
as a bitch is a bitch as a hoe is a quick nut
like this slut named Kim I knew
she fucked me, fucked him
and she fucked all of them too
so we worked the train on her
and left enough stains on her neck
looking like a gold chain on her
no free high, the hoochie couldn't find two
even though she popped that coochie like the hole from 2 Live Crew
so if you bump into this bitch on the streets
and you like the pussy deep, nigga speak
because she's just a freak

I fucked you, you fucked me
We had one fat ass orgy
With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt
Cause a bitch is a bitch as a hoe is a quick nut

Verse 2:
I'll be rolling through your cup
motherfuck, you whats up
its that little nigga Yuck
and I don't give a fuck
rolling through your neighborhood
motherfucker, yo it's me
the capital N-U-C, K, L to the E
see this is for them hoes and the trick tramp sluts
all these stupid bitches on my motherfucking nuts
all up on my nuts cause a niggas getting richer
didn't mean to hit ya, hope you get the picture
back in 91' you was a little bit stuck up
acting like you didn't have time for the fuck up
trying to walk the halls wit that little switch
trying to play that roll but you aint nothing but a bitch
a bitch on my dick cause you hoes make me sick
come and get a lick of the dicks do a trick
caught you in the mix with a fix turning tricks
fucking one nigga while you licking two dicks
she's a freak

I fucked you, you fucked me
We had one fat ass orgy
With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt
Nothing but a freak and no future in the front

I fucked you, you fucked me
We had one fat ass orgy
With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt
Cause a bitch is a bitch as a hoe is a quick nut

Verse 3:
My dick up, but hick up bitch
but don't stick up your nose
cause you don't look shit like En Vogue
hoes taxi around them gold ones
acting like they don't fuck no one
be the master like Sho Gun
at the hot tubs making a gang of waves
hoe in the cunt doing stunts like Super Dave
ballas call her the human giraffe
no joke cause that ass be deep throating niggas on the quick fast
with no whiplash
you see me footing it but couldn't it be cool
won't buy you assy food when we cruise, you lose
she give niggas blues like 505 don't ask why
I guess that stank bitch is a fall guy
you got no bucks, you can't fuck
we'll thats how I put it
C&H got that hole on tape, straight footage
the same bitch that wouldn't speak was on the TV screen
sucking everybody mean
because she's just a freak

I fucked you, you fucked me
We had one fat ass orgy
With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt
Nothing but a freak and no future in the front

I fucked you, you fucked me
We had one fat ass orgy
With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt
Cause a bitch is a bitch as a hoe is a quick nut

I fucked you, you fucked me
We had one fat ass orgy
With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt
Nothing but a freak and no future in the front

I fucked you, you fucked me
We had one fat ass orgy
With a dick in your mouth and one up in your cunt
(fade out)

Welcome.
Little boys and girls. You thought niggaz was gonna come weak? Nigga
this the Mobb fool. Uh.

I got some Killaz On The Payroll
an they know
when it's time to handle business nigga lay low.

Verse 1 *(Phats Bossalini)*

I fight to struggle
hopin god don't stop my hustle
my fam fight back like wild dogs wit out a muzzle
the shots was multiple
I remember blood puddles
landed in sand wit niggaz fallin in doubles
baby couples
I mean the strong kill the weak
million dolla puzzles
I done placed the last piece
success is sweet
I put it all back together
mass melted chambers
strictly guarded by Barretas
uh
cash means
fo the jewels they get they ass beat
sweat in my sleep
think they found a way to blast me
grossly
mutha fuckaz tried to choke me
sliced they throat
look in my eyes now slowly
your oldie
that's for takin it P
now what's left to play soley
that's for fuckin wit me
listen
in the streets it's a respect thang
can't tell the tune
left ya non-Taxin
mostly caine brought up
got sold on my block
most the nights I slept
got awoke by shots
the inner city
I could care less about your pitty
I'm Phats Bossin ready to die come and get me.

Verse 2 *(Poppa L.Q.)*

Well you can label me an outlaw when Madd Maxx turn to set it off
grab the 9 millimeter by the pistol grip an let it off
like Dustin Hoff
killin MC's off wit a vengance
blow the microphone up
an leave it smokin when I'm finished
per pound spinach
my niggaz been in it an done, done it
so when you come to smoke wit our records
nigga you know who run it
I gets blunted 168 hours a week
P tried to creep an got burnt from head to feet
but never sleep on the vocabulary skillz
of a nigga that's out to make mills
uh
my nigga Phats Bossalini tells all the block cats
got a hundred hidden in the stash, fast to blast.

Verse 3 *(Numskull)*

If it's one thang this nigga hate
it's niggaz swangin like Chimpaznes
that's why it's no exception
to the shit these niggaz hand me
20 years of struggle
huddles an plans can't amount to millions bubble
that's why we keep stacks tucked and cuddled
no matter my home nigga
my home is where I'm hustlin
wit Killaz On The Payroll
makin up for lost pay loads
the Bay knows
it's hustle-matic til you drop
stop
lookin bold through the cuts
lookin for cops
I kept on runnin for three years
too mutha fuckin long
and had to cope wit everythang that went wrong
I got the Lord in my life
not cuz religion
but the fact was a nigga had dreams an visions
never listened to grown folks
I did my own thang
so mutha fuckin what if it's the wrong thang
it's only one rule I live by
keep some Killaz On The Payroll nigga
an get yo shit right.

*(Chorus-Phats Bossalini)* x1

I got some Killaz On The Payroll
an they know
when it's time to handle business nigga lay low.

Verse 4 *(Madd Maxx)*

Presentin more urban tales
of crack sales
an black mail
an black males, peelin black males
that's why these California streets is symbolic to Baghdad
it's sad
they did my comrad bad
smoked him wit the mag
now he's walkin wit a cane
and wearin a shit bag
my loc keep me focused got me sportin this rag
wit this tradgey
added to agony
an frustration Farrah Kahn himself couldn't stop me
retaliation
cuz his only climax
was pay back
he let his wounds heal an got more get back
an low track
posted up wit the family shack
fully strapped
wit a Benjamin big faced stack
only to get attacked
lookin for the sale
he put in his work
he swore on the turf, put his ass hole in the dirt
cuz a million soldier died and served in these circle street wars
before the deaths of Biggie and Tupac Shakur
Is this the effects of being young black an poor?
Do we genetically have what it takes to endure?
had killaz lookin for him from Crenshaw
to 5th Wards
to the O-A-K
6-9 Vill keeps it real
cuz men sharpen men
like steel sharpen steel
we warriors for the skrill
wit a whole lot of will
an I'm never gonna put down my sword an kill
cuz I'm out here in these fields wit the focus of a drill.

Yeah, straight Mobbulation/Affiliation. Run up squared and put down
assassination

*(Chorus)* x2

I got some Killaz On The Payroll
an they know
when it's time to handle business nigga lay low
(Uh, you niggaz ain't knowin)

Verse 5 *(Yukmouth)*

Uh, uh.
Well it's that Vill nigga
that real nigga
that fill niggaz wit hot ones
combined wit L we doubled barrelled guns
mutha fuckaz best run
fuckin around wit Al-bum, Num. 2 so
do not be fuckin around wit we
and we won't fuck around wit you
I do hang wit Dru
I do not be fuckin wit busta niggaz like you
can't trust niggaz in yo crew what to do, I
don't be drinkin no brew, I
do get high til I kiss the sky an straight up run this
juss Hindu, I
do I
go under and under like True Lies
shakin these fleas and shoo-flys
royalties from Noo-Trybe
got niggaz tryin to twist me like screw drivers
but fuck what you claimin
we ain't Mack 10
hoobangin, hooride
So who die?
Nobody ever knew
cuz true
killaz don't fuck wit niggaz like you
bumpin yo gums bout who got ya feelin the blues
drunk an I say
grabbin yo pumpkin head like "Ooooh"
I been the Ice Cream Man since '92
comin through
in the ice cream truck on triple gold shoes
fuck too Tru's
Vogues give the hoes blues
bitches choose to lose
plus I puff indo, fool how could you refuse
I do not be fuckin wit broke bitches like you
but only if you knew my gang
I'd have you running trains through the crew
I do
but since I got funk wit that No Limit crew
somethin new
niggaz been tryin to step on my shoes
you know who
that nigga got a perm like Dru
burn like two
Remmies when he perform for you
I do
kick it wit real niggaz from Frisco
back to
my niggaz from Get Low the RBL
my nigga cool
Nut 11/5
bump this in yo seven ride
get a show and bring you
about seven die
mutha fuckaz startin to bribe
but niggaz ain't bumpin no 4-TAY
cuz he too busy (bietch) tryin to smoke some more yay
uh
Jose around the Bay I knew
he be funny lookin like G-Money
nigga puffin voos
heard you got married to a crack like
you need to get some Get Right like Mac Mall
cuz it act like you can't rap at all
we havin jobs and swingin on platinum balls
so don't get
flat on your walls
an get snatched up in a U-Haul
cuz you'se a bitch nigga like RuPaul
You all think you gonna make money dissin my crew?
But only if you knew nigga.
You fuckin wit these Mobb niggaz fool, uh.

I got some Killaz On The Payroll
an they know
when it's time to handle business nigga lay low.

I got some Killaz On The Payroll
an they know
an they know.

(Chorus: Yukmouth)
P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)

(Yukmouth)
Surpress the brown bitch up in the Crown Vic's
Spread her legs and put the greenery lips around it
gets around it while niggas quit (woah!)
This bitch look better than Whitney, lick her titties
Cause niggas say the pussy be the stick-icky
One puff'll turn your brain cells to dust
Head rush, bound to fill your eyes up with the redness
Suck her up, but there's a million bitches just like her
Even dykes try to fuck her in the cypher with the lighter
Puttin' the dick on the ass an', everybody cashin, blackin
Latino motherfuckers know they be mashin
Nigga like whas' happenin'?
You can keep them sassy the dickey used to
Nicky Bone to top to dump the hash in
My partners they be askin' Mr. Y-U-K
Why you stay high off the hash and be smashin'?
With a hundred gun and a hundred click
to the sto', they get phillies
To we get blunted as we wanna get

(Chorus: Yukmouth)
P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)

(Poppa L.Q.)
I takes my gat with a phillie I don't need no quote
Now boss player this is how I like to blow my smoke
I grab the phillie cut the throat, jump to the back
of a building, top player, makin' a little bits with a cup up of spit
It makes me sick and upset when it's spit and silly
whenever you phillie, its all spitty and wet
It doesn't matter, rich or po', I couldn't care less bro
It mixes when I'm out and let the motherfucker smoke no hoe
I shake the bud mary-tramps, the one that tried to shove the weed up the fifth
Without givin' up no cocker food stamps
I know they want it, but smokin' for free, I don't condone it
Don't put your crusty lips on it if you ain't got no chips on it
I spent a grip on it, and girl, the cuffs out here
And if you floss out here, you take a loss out here
You're doin' too much catin' in the cypher wit'cha
lighter, tryin' to flick your big, if you ain't got no skits, you can't get hit

(Chorus: Yukmouth)
P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
P-H-the-I-the-L-the-L-the-I-the-E-the-S
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)

(The Luniz & Poppa L.Q.)
How many blunts do you blow on the daily
Many money I blow many, many, many
I smoke plenty (well, won't your black ass quit being stingy)
I'm not greedy (well, where's that weed fiend?)
(You better quit smokin' those beadys in my fo' hun)
(Blow one for the po-one)
(Nigga, don't you owe one?) (Act like ya know one)
No one does it better, break it down with my thumbs
(Fuck the zigzags, and stack your lungs, make the runs)
But no fund, no gas money
(Well, even if a dummy has money)
(He'll be a dumber dummy then bin his ass money)
My blunt is my keeper like cash money
Blast money, stash money, the last money was considered
bombs, stick, green grass money
Roll, but next time, I'ma put a little to the side (hash money)

(Yukmouth)
Hey nigga I started smellin' weed and hella weed
then I started sellin' weed
Bitch be tellin' me, they wanna smoke
to catch Mozik than a spellin' bee
Cause I smoke they ass under the table
The hoes stable, pass me that cigarette or phillie

(Poppa L.Q.)
I got that feelin' again, let's smoke that acrylin'
again, I said you willin' again, then we can walk the Poppa-ceiling again
I storms in like a mighty blast of wind
Inhale, exhale, the phillies rule my dome an' (Aaahhh!) (*Cough*)

(High powered shit, tell that nigga down the road to roll the shit up man)
(Man y'all niggas need to quit this shit)
(Nigga, you used to smoke too, more than me here, hit this shit)
(Man, you already know do')

(Numskull)
Fuck around and smoke the sprayed up
Nigga be laid up, walk around like zombies, minds never made up
Smellin' like ass hemp's and grine, cocky mouth
chap lips, fuckin' off all the poo-nanny
If y'all gonna smoke I'll be the designated weed roller
Call me Numboy, the motherfuckin' seed roller
But you gotta crack the window though
Cause me and the lads like Whoopi Goldberg in centerfolds
Drink-a-lot never like to think-a-lot
Nigga I don't smoke no more cause I don't like the stank-a-lot

Nigga I'm drink-a-lot, smoke-a-lot too nigga
Fuck, how you gonna say that shit nigga if you be smokin' cigarettes (fuck y'all)
And me nigga, (I wanna get blunted my brother)
You know phillies, they give heart attack catch a nigga
fuck you nigga, shitty ass niggas (fuck you nigga)
Smell like straight dookie (*echoes*)
(*Laughter till fade*)

Thugs die, why me?

[Verse 1]

[Numskull:]
All eyes on me, so that means all eyes against me
Simply cuz I may do in this world what God sent me
If I said that I was gonna die,
Would I be tellin' the truth would I be lyin'
Would I be chillin' in heaven or hell fryin'
Do thugs go to heaven even though we bettin' big
Loot, makin green an lovin' hootchie prostitutes
Jewels an big high rollin to the big part
Of two main thugs who got plugged with slugs but had so much love
Until tha paraphernalia, you can't floss or make mill
One fellow dies in his click then it's all hell
Big Poppa took hot ones 2Pacalypse took hot ones
Now, between east and west there's problems
It's true cuz who knows when you gonna die, who
Knows when and where, who knows tha reason why
Who goes and who stays who pause in these days
Who paves the roads ways
Who makes bread and who plays
Not rollin' not doin' what you love (uh-uh) an when I die
I wanna die in this business as a thug
So I ask you, why?

[Chorus:]

Why do thugs die, makes you wanna cry
Why do thugs die, cuz it's insane
Why do thugs die, makes you wanna cry
Why do thugs die, cuz it's insane

[Verse 2]

[Yukmouth:]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, uh,
Sometimes I wanna pray, sometimes I wanna say somethin'
To God cuz only God can solve the problems of today
Get on my knees and pray, I cry and say
If I die today please take my soul away
Make a brighter day for Lil ???, that be my son
So many people with money fall victim of the gun
For tryin' ta rock your rhymes like ??? caught two in the lungs
Wanted to get me, dear lord forgive me, I didn't
Wanna die this quickly
God the most expert hitman on earth to get me
Had plans to have tha inner city killin' each other
First Pac now Biggie, what really goes on
Lets hold on, like En Vogue, cuz when them devils want you gone
You gone, tombstones and funeral
Homes keep yo game strong
My little homie got his brains blown (POW!)
Ready to get yo whobang on, C an Rappin' Ron I miss ya
Dudes, how many brothers must we lose
Before we hit tha ballers fued
It's only hurtin' me and you
Cuz they tryin' to shut down our music that we use
Dont be confused, these ??? folks to us
Control the industry, got us programmed like New York is the enemy
Man look what they did to Kennedy
Why, why, why me, why me, why do thugs die playa

[Chours]

[Verse 3]

[Numskull:]
1, 2, 3 years of struggle, huddles and plans
Can't amount to millions bubble
That's why we keep stacks tucked and cuddled
I praise any human makin' loot by the truck loads
My motto stay clean like pimps in El Dorado
Or any real playa makin' ripples in the pond,
Got hustles for days, kinda makes me think of mine
And by the time I'm 30 I wanna own them things
In your ear (what) bubble for 20
Years if the world is still here

[Yukmouth:]
Uh-huh, huh, playboy, it seems like everybody with bread
Get indicted by the feds
And family members end up dead, REDRUM
I used to read psalms and go to church to be an usher
Then of course the terms they got worser
Everyday is a different murder, so many
Funerals and waits, pour out liquor smoke blunts
In the face when thugs die, you can't stop cryin
Cuz I lost my momma then my father in '95, I ask the lord why
Why thugs die, why do thugs die
It's like that there playboys
Watch your back cuz it's goin' down man
This goin' out to all the fallen soldiers
Who died in the line of duty, you know what I'm sayin
My playboy Tupac, rest in peace
My playboy, Biggie Smalls, one love rest in peace
To all the other soldiers, everybody who lost somebody
You know (world wide)
Reminisce, lets do this, pour out some liquor
Smoke some blunts with your folks
They lookin' down on us proud
There is a heaven for a G playboy, that's real
Believe me, done deal, done deal, done deal, done deal, uh

[Chorus]
[Till end]

[Redman]
Aiyyo dot dot dot who is it the prime wizard
Erykah Badu izm smoker vocal chord woof choker
Now who block is this? (Yo yo yo no no chill chill
nah nah hold up homie) We takin over!
Gimme your girl gimme your keys to your four do' Explorer
Yo Lu Nile crack their composure
(We decompose your crowd) We layin down tighter than plaques
When I blast I wild like them two bitches from Baps

[Luniz]
Yo, the Hong Kong Fooey, human tornado like Rudy
Turning your bomb-ba-zee into doobies
Platinum overseas like the Fugees, Japanese
Germany groupies, mooshi mooshi, sniffin lines
off each other's booty love the Luniz
I went from smokin dubs to QP's
Make hits for thugs that bankin hoopies
and aimin uzis, at who dirty mackin my loochie
Come clost cock the toast and make you see Ghost-s like Whoopi

Have you ever seen a nigga get snatched up by his drawers
And wonder the cause, 'cause big dope had his balls
Got small methamphetimes with colors to be Cray-ola
Took the drunkest O-A, and let the X take shit over
No need to get juiced cause it's the anti-depressant
Smile now but trip later, and put your hand out for the present
Lay down for fifteen, so your body can feel rest
Kick your feet up, and start makin beats on your chest and think

Chorus: Redman and Luniz

Sex, money, drugs, music
Lies, these are the things that keep niggaz...
"I was hyp-no-tized!" "I'd like to break it down down"
"Cold turn the party out" "I'd like to, I'd like to break it down down"
"Cold turn the party out"
(repeat 2X)

[Luniz]
Ahh ahh, I smoke Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Satur-dayyyyyyah!
Two lay ya blunt, players with cream
If I die my spirit will jump inside machines
Runnin niggaz over like Christine (sorry)
I mix the green with the last piece of hashish, ass-burning
hoes in my black mink, your baby momma lovin my backseat
Freak nasty got me slappin the ass cheeks of Blackstreet

So high, I'm so high I feel like I'm wearin a disguise
Superman type of, with Kryptonite eyes
Not knowin I'm trippin, I walks out to my vehic'
Buckle up for safety on my way to get some cheap shit
I'm out the parkin lot, sideways on two wheels


Vision is double, trouble to me is bein real
Listen to my big block bill cause in the town that's a earful
Shares and mo' shares, swang if it's good

[Redman]
Now how I get dollars, I be the rap artist blue collar
School scholars on knowledge to move dollars
I do gotta motion chirp, like Impalas
for niggaz who rock Timbs, Gortex, or new Walla's
You're facin, the Cochise of operation
And if you ain't tastin you should steady observations
Doctor/patient, leavin mics with laceratons
Love to stay bent with my doggs rollin adjacent (woof!)
And when they bark they turn your sunny days to dark
You play the back like Rosa Parks when the arc sparks
I bang rawly, do you orally
My horny sounds will pound more heavy than E-40

Chorus 1/2

[Redman]
I'm gettin money y'all, I'm gettin money nigga
Bend your back like Long Isle Iced Teas with five liquors
Knew about the cheddar since I took my child picture
sDial 900-Do-Away-With-All-Snitches
Stop complaining, the game is for entertainment
What is it when niggaz heads gettin covered with blankets?
It's just a one-eight-seven on your motherf**kin crew
I'll have your brains doin donuts like you in a rental
Flip fools with credentials, nasty like havin sex with kinfolk
Blaze high, then smoke

[Luniz]
Drunk-a-Lot, stays on top, that's why we roll
two and two, four deep makes a crew
Red Yuk and Num with the sidekick Hennesey
Fuzzy, wuzza, fuzzy, little friend of me
Hitters on the payroll, secure because we practice
Pure ass-kick cures for who's acting drastic
Drank and buddha blast, callin shots on Motorolas
One step shy, so I'ma drank until it's over

Kick this for the fake Versace wearin fake Donna Karan Mossino
Players we know, ain't no gambino
Peons be watchin too much Casino, wannabe Nino Brown with the uzi
But clown you more like Downtown Judy
Niggaz can't fool me, I love the way you ball outta control
in your rhyme, then see you in person without a dime
But I'm global, with Reggie Noble man blazin
Dive in a crowd like Method Man and Van Halen

Chorus (repeat to fade)

(Chorus: The Luniz)
Handcuff your hoes, the girl is yours
Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours
Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours
Handcu-u-u-ff your hoes

(Numskull)
This rap here goes to all you player haters
Hand cuff your hoes, that goes to all you Captain Save-Hers
Me, my major industries gold teeth and diamonds
Been grindin' for nine and half years now I'm rhymin'
Reclinin' meal tickets couldn't be lookin' me in the eye
I'm sigh now, clown that ass like Saturday Night Live (WHHHYYYY!)
Because I'm all between they wife's thighs
But all jokes aside I yoke the ride and roll the weed up at the same time
While I drive I cross my heart and hope to die
Hella high, it's the mobb blowin' greenery till we die
So haters do me a favor, handcuff your briide
I creep through when your husband's at the job
Many hunners got players, baby mammas feedin' me all kinds
of hibachi shrimp and I don't even rock Versacci pimpin dudes
But when I'm through, you never knew I touched her
Got her screamin loud as hell like Chris Tucker (aaaaah!)
Handcuff your hoes

(The Luniz)
When I step in the house (niggas snatch they hoes up quickly)
Niggas start breakin' out (cause they all wanna get with me)
Cause they know they hoes ain't faithful (and my eyes is on them all)
And I'll snatch them if I'm able (hey, put this lighter on the balls)
Olly-olly-oxenfree, don't hesitate to give your hoes to me

(Numskull)
Uh, I'm used to stabbin' top notch and border coochies
Just big booty, firm casabas, preferably groupies (WITH BIG THIIIGHS!)
Makin' em ride they self up the wall easy
Off the expecting them, feel breezy
Do me a favor, take your hoes (HOME)
Before you find your breezy (GONE)
It'll be for life, only players when I'm beerin' at
I want the better things in life
Nice, he ain't hearin' that
I ain't the nigga to be buyin' bitches clothes
they know that and still keep
So handcuff your hoes (handcuff your hoes)

(Chorus: The Luniz)
Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours
Handcuff your hoes, the girl is yours
Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours
Handcu-u-u-ff your hoes (your hoes)

(Yukmouth)
Hey Mrs. Big Butt (why you always cry?)
She fight all the time (Oh my, my, my)
He's been cheatin' on you, but don't worry, please dry your eyes
Just take a ride with smoke-a-lot, the master of high
(HOW HIIGGH!), high enough to kiss the sky, on the real
I wonder why beautiful girls date fat guys
He must got his cape on tight, oh look up in the sky
(WHHHYYY!), now that's a Captain Save-Her fo' sure
Me being like that no, no, no, no, no
I know some hoes don't want to be a dumb-dummy
but don't play around and disrespect my money
Like a gun I'll take you away
And if you niggas act a fool, I'll spray you with the AK
Just let me take the hoe (and go peacefully)
Let me skip into the sunset (like tweed-de-lee-de-lee)
I like to come and so do you
If you can take one nut then you can take two
And it's true, we likes to party (TO PARTY!)
We likes to party

(Chorus: The Luniz)
Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours
Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours
Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours
Handcu-u-u-ff your hoes (your hoes)
Handcuff your hoes, the girl is yours
Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours
Handcuff your hoes, if the girl is yours
Handcu-u-u-ff your hoes (your hoes), I'm breezy

(feat. 2 Live Crew & Christion)

[Numskull talking]

Like they always say, what's good fo Num, is always good fo Yuk. Let's
Get high.

[Christion]

20 blunts, a day,
Hin, an ala-zae.
20 blunts, a day,
Hin, an ala-zae.

[Christion, Numskull, Yukmouth]

One,[echos],(Drink-A-Lot.... all day)
Two,[echos]
Five,[echos],(Smoke-A-Lot.... all day)
Twenty,[echos]

[Verse 1: Numskull]

You know what I came to do,
Came to drink wit a gold face same as you,
Drop a fifty on the bar,
For a fifth of Hindu,
Got freaks wit me gotta get gin too,
I know hoes think the same as me,
Cuz they came to the club lookin like freak nasty,
Pullin niggaz on the floor,
Dance nasty as you wanna,
Rub-a-dub-dub,
Lap dance in the corner,
Same ol shit,
Same ol hits,
Same ol click,
Same ol dick,
Bitch don't look in my eyes,
Cuz I ain't payin,
Ya shoulda known pimpy-doo niggaz ain't playin,
Juss pull down yo drawls so a nigga can see,
Cuz I doubt that the pussy is fuckin wit me,
Pop a coochie to the back,
Pop a coochie to the front,
But damn, open yo thighs pick up my nigga BLUNT,
What ya really want,
What ya really need,
Pop the breaks on that shit an lets get keyed,
Girl I always pictured you in neon lights,
Big 44 double D's,
What a sight,
You an me both we can get respect,
Two triple shots of hin an we'll be on deck,
You my type,
You ol hoe,
You my type,
You know.

[Chorus: Christion]

Hin, an ala-zae, I'm feelin like I wanna hurl.
Hin, an ala-zae, I think I'm gonna leave this world.
Hin, an ala-zae, I been drink-a-lot all day,
Hin, an ala-zae, that's why I'm lookin this way.
Hin, an ala-zae, I think I need a lil mo.
Hin, an ala-zae, send yo mama to the store.
Hin, an ala-zae, I can't keep my vision straight.
Hin, an ala-zae.

[Verse 2: Yukmouth]

ZAE??

Smoke-A-Lot, Smoke-A-Lot,
Why you smoke??
20 blunts a day, you don't choke,
Why bitches doggystyle, nut down yo throat,
Get up while my dick on yo coat,
An I'm bumpin Too $hort,
Down the block,
Three on fourth,
My nigga Num drunk on the porch off a mutha fuckin quart of O.E.,
Nickle an dime ass nigga,
To a top hat balla,
Big rigga like E-Fourtee,
Niggaz know me,
Smoke-A-Lot only smoke weed, blow trees,
Whole keys,
See me in a E-3 dub,
Rollin sweet up, everytime you see Yuk,
Peep us,
Only bad bitches beep us,
Turn yo main squeaze into a cheata,
Smokin reefa,
Took off my DK's,
An she fucked us up wit the whole sneaka,
An her pussy,
Lift yo ass cheeks up so I could see,
Mix the hashes up wit the back yard boogie,
Woogie,
Bust nuts on yo Donna Carra hoodie if it's all goodie,
An be a,
Ride a Benz wit my knees what??
Breakin trees up,
Rollin weed up,
On my way to the V-up,
To put the g's up,
See Yuk,
Hella high, tinky eyed like Korea.

[chorus]

20 blunts a day, I been gettin high all day.
20 blunts a day, an the blunts get bigger.
20 blunts a day, excuse me if my eyes are glazed.
20 blunts a day, that's why I'm lookin this way.
20 blunts a day, eenie-meenie, minie-mo,
20 blunts a day, sticky, sticky indo,
20 blunts a day, step aside an let me blaze
20 blunts a day.
Blazed.

[2 live Crew]

[Verse 3: Black Marquis]

Do it on the way to San Jose,
20 blunts a day from the dock of the Bay,
Niggaz I'm scratch,
But they call it Killa Kali,
I'm walkin through the spot in my crocodile ballies,
20 bag please,
20 Deep East,
I finna smoke a stanky an get high as a tree,
Wit my dime piece mommie,
Queen bees keeper,
When the bitch shake her ass,
Nigga you should see her,
Wit a taped on braclet,
Diamond laced watches,
Mosskimo jeans,
Wit her condoms in the pocket,
The bitch is real bad in a drop-top Jag,
Sittin on chrome shelf on paper tag,
Slidin off g-string off in a coach bag,
Dolla sign eyes, an a stash full of hash.

[Verse 4: Young Smooth Ice]

Back to the side where niggaz blaze,
Home of the crew, an the booty shake,
Straight packed club where the hoes be poppin,
Dick all hard, tryin to shake a lil sumpthin,
Lookin fo the one that'll do me right,
Who keep me cummin all through the night,
Ain't no pitty if you fall to your knees,
Fuck me,
Suck me,
But nigga please,
Let a nigga hit it,
Bitch I know you wit,
From the back, cuz my dicks all in it,
I stick it in, like it ain't no thang,
Dick stay hard,
OD'd on Ginseng,
Come an be my private dancer,
A playa like me is yo only answer,
Holla at yo boy if you wanna play,
I got hoes from Miami, up to the Bay. [echos]

[chorus]