Luniz

Live Yo Life

Luniz


*(Yukmouth talking)* 

Hennessy! (Hindu) 
Pass 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 
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? 

Chorus *(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.) 

Verse 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. 

*(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 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. 

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 compass' 
no matter where the fuck you from 
yo bitch is bumpin this. 

Verse 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. 

*(Chorus)* 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!?