Dru Down - Live Yo Life lyrics
*(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'mma 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 ho 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 Ho 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!?