[Verse 1: Yukmouth]
Posted up in the cut to make a buck I had to sell nuff drugs
Showed up, an rolled up, bubbled with tough thugs that love to bust slugs
I had much love from dope fiends, plug 'em with mo' cream
My dangla, I used to sport Wranglers with Pro Wings
Fo' sho' green-ery stacked up, that macked up
Quick to put the gat up an blast on niggas that act up
Snatched the scratch up, quick hit the back fence loc
I been broke, rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood in trench coats
With double barrels get yo' narrow ass on the floor
I'm not play, I don't play though, I'm out to get yo pay roll
Say ho, you get yo monkey ass stomped with the steel toe
Fucked in the game like a dildo from the Vill ho
To the muthafuckin' Fillmoe fo real though
None can get with this sick with it manslaughter
Practice lookin' harder than 40 Water
Niggas all over claimin' they foldin' weight
I caught yo' slippin', rippin' that duct tape over yo' face an off the Golden Gate
You gone, I'm down to break jaws when I takes all's
Yo cash, blast that ass won't last fo' one mo' day like Nate Dogg
Break laws, lethal weapon like Danny
Slangin' candy, livin' lavish about my cabbage understands me
[Chorus: Numskull]
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me, fuck gettin' fronted
(Gaffled an licks I done it, that's why a nigga always gets blunted)
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me, fuck gettin' fronted
(Gaffled an licks I done it, that's why a nigga always gets blunted)
[Verse 2: Knumskull]
I see what you see, but you don't see what I see
Mail and zips come up the whole grip of Kadafi
Twenty years of age, waitin' fo' the day someone cap me
A whole line of felonies on my rap sheet
Any means to make loot in the East Oakland Bay route
It's all about makin' mail fuck bein cute (Whoo)
That's the sound when it's time to lay down my hustle
Why there's so many bubbles, I choose to roll rocks like Barney Rubble
Can't lie back, wit a gang of top scratch
I gots to move on, an scoot on, now muthafucka can you buy that?
Lay low make no mistakes, make it successful
And if a nigga run up then make his chest full
I toss niggas that try to struggle off me
Cross me, a gang of jealousy because I'm saucy
It's not my fault that I grew to become a licksta
It's better say moms meetin pops was a mix up
Pick up, Hennessy got my brain
Runnin' quicka than I can think, adrenaline pumpin' about to faint
Ain't no shame, can't be no nine to five, nigga
The "O" is where I'm from, so I gots to survive nigga
[Chorus: Numskull]
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me, fuck gettin' fronted
(Gaffled an licks I done it, that's why a nigga always gets blunted)
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me, fuck gettin' fronted
(Gaffled an licks I done it, that's why a nigga always gets blunted)
[Verse 3: Yukmouth & Numskull]
Nigga notice I'm broke with a loaded four-fifth gat
The real nigga rolled an showed us where you hide yo' doe an shit at
He did juss that, showed me where the kicks at
An big scratch told Knum to come nigga let's get that
Yuk pull over, park the Nova
Tonight's the night, so I hope you write about the yola
I hold the Mag, lookin' for the attack
Search the whole fuckin' crib 'cause I know he got scratch
Creep up the muthafuckin' stairs with the ski mask
On the second floor in the drawer it should be cash
But we laugh 'cause we see task cars right next door
But we poor, no budget fuck it, so kick down the door
Boom kick it once, boom kick it twice
Three times it's breakin', got the fuckin' building shakin'
Make our way through the house nothin' less nothin' more
(Where the kicks at man?!) I think they in the third drawer
There's more and that's a fo' sho-sho
I got the dough, now we up out the door before the neighbors call popo
To the mobile, to count the real deal bank roll
In my sock, I rub daily 'cause it's scratchin' my ankle
It's morning, we unleash to the streets
With twice Gs a piece, headed straight to the East
Better recognize this game is bought to be sold
That's why I pull licks fo some paper to fold
[Chorus: Numskull]
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me, fuck gettin' fronted
(Gaffled an licks I done it, that's why a nigga always gets blunted)
Can't slang cream, can't lay low
Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
It ain't me, fuck gettin' fronted
(Gaffled an licks I done it, that's why a nigga always gets blunted)
Biatch!!!