Operation Stackola

By Luniz

On Operation Stackola

Released on July 4, 1995

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[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!!!