Текст песни Live Yo Life - Luniz , Dru Down
Featuring
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.
*(luniz,
dru
down)*
Get
yo
grind
on
man.
(Get
yo
grind
on)
Get
yo
scrilla
on
(The
scrilla,
scratch,
paper)
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
Fuck
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?
*(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.)
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.
*()*
1x
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.
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
cuz
it's
stankin.
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
fuck
you
from
Yo
bitch
is
bumpin
this.
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
fuckin
up.
*()*
1x
*(dru
down's
outro)*
Nigga
get
yo
scrilla
on
nigga!
(Biatch!)
Luniz
and
mutha
fuckin
dru
down,
you
know
(Eastside!!)
Steady
grindin.
(The
vill
in
this
mutha
fucka!)
Yeah
that's
how
we
keep
sellin
these
mutha
fuckin
records
you
know.
(Biatch!)
Keepin
the
scrilla,
keep
the
pimpin
up
to,
ah.
me!?
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