*(yukmouth talking)*
Hennessy! (hindu)
Pa** 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
sh** 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 sh** ain't brought me nathin
But a 50 couple of mo hoes
And major playa hatin
A n***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
n***a i came to the town already
The town still takin, now i gotta deal wit ya'll b**h n***as hatin
f** 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 sh** real
This it n***a
Get yo mail on
Stay away from all this b**h sh**
I don't wanna k** nobody (nobody)
But off the hook
I guess broke n***as 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 n***a.)
Get yo pimp on man.
(i keeps the pimpin fa real though.)
Get yo scrilla on.
(i need my money right now b**h.)
Verse 2 *(yukmouth)*
West coastin
Pacific ocean
n***as in oakland
Cut close to sellin dope an high
Smokin until a n***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 dope
Makin 20 off a note
Task smash an grab a n***a by the throat
But i swallowed it
An you can spit it out
When they split i be the first n***a that try to sh** it out
Now i'm on some mo'
Rolex
Moet
X-o
Mo s** 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 a** full of guest coast
b**hes!
Get yo neck choked
n***as!
Get yo chest smoked
Same thing for nay fiends
These nay fiends
Hoe want bankin
Thankin they b**h a** cuz 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 compa**'
No matter where the f** you from
Yo b**h is bumpin this.
Verse 6 *(yukmouth)*
n***a i got that a-1 yola or k!!
Straight margerin
n***as 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 f**in up.
*(chorus)* 1x
*(dru down's outro)*
n***a get yo scrilla on n***a!
(b*atch!)
Luniz and mutha f**in dru down, you know
(eastside!!)
Steady grindin.
(the vill in this mutha f**a!)
Yeah that's how we keep sellin these mutha f**in records you know.
(b*atch!)
Keepin the scrilla, keep the pimpin up to, ah.. me!?