IRC-Galleria

On my briefcase is some crumbled weed

Buckshot shells from a dead body

Got a whole bunch a 40's and a couple a hoes

A '95 Fifty sittin on Trues and Vogues

Plus I had a nine in my glove compartment

'Cause everywhere I go niggas love to start shit

Five pound chronic dice, in my mits

Fifteen teflons, in my clip

Heard about a lot a sick shit in the block, so

I stay locc to the brain and remain incognito

With my twenty sack a the bomb

Money back guarantee, if you hit that shit and don't wanna kill yo' mom

Got the clip, glock, Chevy Impala to dump

Stop the glock, no you can't the Doc from the gangbang nigga

So up goes yo' trigga

Stayin high off the cess, I'm in

And my nigga say

Walkin down the street watchin ladies
All nighy watchin me was the housing authority, task, and OPD
It's rainin it's porin, do it 2-4 no snorin
Posted on the spot with the glock cuz we warrant
I'm soarin to the top of the deck
Ace in the hole on the grind gigity grind no time fo chasin hoes
Dope fiends love me, come to the spot pushin a buggy filled with kids
"Who got that cola man can you plug me?"
The slugs be on fat but was that a Cadillac
I'm not gun proof some nigga out the sunroof bustin caps
I'm strikin to the bushes but didn't quite make it
They thought it, brakin and takin my shit without my grip I'm naked
I hate it, got smacked across the face wit a sawed off
They roped me up choked me up now I'm hauled off
Wit pumpkin head locked in the trunk
I'm havin flashbacks cuz all I heard was glass packs and hella bump

{*phone rings*

(C&H) man get the phone man
(Dru) nigga there some knock at the door
(C&H) get the phone
(Dru) I got the phone I got the phone
(C&H) get the door get the phone foo I'm getting some head
(Dru) wassup nigga?
(Kidnapper) where that nigga C&H at?
(Dru) who da fuck is this nigga, I knoe where C&H at who is dis
(Kidnapper) don't worry bout that I got yo boy yukmouth
(C&H) who on the phone who on the phone
(Dru) ay they got yuk mayn, check this out playa, I want my boy
let me speak to my boy right now nigga wassup
(Kidnapper) here he go right here nigga speak quick
(Dru) hello, wassup nigga

(Yuk) I slipped, they got the 4 wit the 9's loaded
(Dru) where you at nigga
(Yuk) don't know where the fuck I am cuz I'm blindfolded
survived these last 3 days lucky, but now hurry
cuz they talkin bout getting this bitch wit AIDS ta fuck me
(Dru) what they hollarin

(Yukmouth)
they want a hundred thou ya feel
make it snap because I think these fools will cap me on the real
I'm hangin naked on the crucifix
With a swoll ass lip and theyz bout to let loose the bitch
Right after me and Ana bone
They gonna tie me to a car and drag my ass like Indian Jones/ GONE

(Kidnapper)
gimme the damn phone, give me that muthafuckin phone nigga
now ya better get the money nigga cuz I ain't playin

(Dru) damn
(C&H) man wassup man
(Dru) man, man, man get the muthafuckin gats C
nigga they got yiznuk nigga
(C&H) nigga I got the gats what they hollarin

(Dru Down)
they want a hundred thousand dollars at the door
and I jus had ta said they got chrome 44'z
and niggas ain't playin they wanna grip they wanna get played
numskull my nigga they bout to have yukmouth fuck a bitch wit AIDS
oh shiet I grab the vest, the 38, the 44, a 45, mac 10, and ak-47
and get strapped like a solja
when I rescue my nigga I won't kill em ima torture them
cuz now it's strictly funnin and gunnin see
you kiznapped my patna yiznukmouth and want some gizneez from me
but no way in the world a would you get that
numskull got the giznat, I want my patna biznack
we hopped into the 4 door 400 floor shift
I gotta have the posi with a chip jus incase we slip
And be outty on that asshole, fuck the po-po
I'm thinkin bout my patna wit the 911 code
I'm commin thru yo back door, I feelin no sympathy
The only thing you get from me is H-E-A-T
I'm puttin it in yo pants
I'm makin ya do the dance

(C&H) where dem niggas man, get the phone man
{*phone rings*
(Dru) hold on man
(C&H) get the phone man it might be them niggas on the phone
answer that playa
(Dru) hold on man
{*phone rings*
(C&H) answer that phone it might be them niggas
(Dru) hold up hold up

(Yukmouth)
dru, don't pay these fools cuz they might slip
but hurry up before they squeeze my nuts wit vice grips
they wanna have my ass hauled off
until my heads a sawed off
and that bitch wit AIDS is takin her drawers off
call off scratch cuz they fuedin for the bundle,
what's tryin to swundle
what fo we shit no mumbo jumbo
the dumb hoe was trippin so I might not have to dick the cock
cuz the clique suppose break her off the 50 rock
and she knows that I know that you know
it's like a big ass drought in the O, so fuck that hoe
they really tryin ta pump fear and shit
got that bitch lookin like Ethiopian of the year and shit
I straight escaped cuz they straight got funk
I'm in the front drawing down on each other wit mosberg pumps
I socked the bitch then tied her up, they left the glock in here
Can't do shit wit it cuz they left a nigga locked in here

(Dru) jump out the window

(Yukmouth)
man if I do it's my doom, I'm at the tribune
12 stories up in a vacant room
so what the fuck is up, they commin up wit some more niggas
I'm at the door about to go trigga
Happy, my nigga back me
On the quick fast in a hurry like snappy before they cap me
Don't trip cuz I got 4 clips and a grenade
But bring some more shit because they might be hard to fade

(Dru) Neva, I'm comin for yo ass wit the triggas
I'd neva leave ya hangin on the crucifix my nigga
(Yuk) ay ay ay I gotta go man

(Dru Down)
ay hold on man, God damn
It seems that people always wanna test my real folks
And end up getting smiznoked
I'm finally startin to get sick like Jason
No patience, I needa save my folks he's in the waitin
Probably spooked on the funk wit no parachute
He's willin to jump off the top of the tribune
But no need fo that we commin up elevator strapped bazooka on my back
I'm lyin on the floor prepared for caps
Dru Down, the elevator opens I'm so high
We're lightin up the place like the 4th of july
I yelled Yuk where ya at Yuk where ya at
He came runnin wit the gat and said them niggas dead in the back
I said where da hoe go niggaroe
He said I killed the bitch first for tryin to jump on my bone BITCH
And everything is alright
I know your nervous so let me put bud in a pipe right
And lets get into some more shit, some deep shit
Lets burn the dead niggas and the dead bitch
Cuz I could give a fuck less to what happens now
I'm ready to burn the whole muthafuckin buildin down
But I'm not goin out I'm jettin from the murda scene
So yuk either grab the zooka or the m-16
Because my arms is getting tired from weight
I wanna get back to the spot and smoke some dank
Check it out we hopped into the big block chevy
And if somebody ran up oh we was ready
But for a souvenir I cut off tongues
Ridin off safe on the freeway to some hoes house that's sprung

Player, give me some brew an I might just chill,
but I'm the type that like to light another joint
Like Cypress Hill
I'm steal doobies spit loogies when I puff on it,
I got some bucks on it, but it ain't enuff on it
go get the S-t. I-d-e-s
never the less, I'm hella Fresh,
rollin joints like a cigarrette
so pass it cross the table like Ping Pong,
I'm gone, beatin my chest like King Kong,
it's on, wrap my lips around a 40,
and when it comes to get another stogie,
fools all kick in like Shinobi
no, me ain't my homie to begin with,
it's too many heads to be poppin at my friend hit it
unless you pull out the phat, crispy
five dollar bill on the real before its history
cos fools be havin the vaccum lungs,
an if you let em hit it for free,
you hellar "dum-dum-dum-dum"
I come to school with a taylor on my earlobe
avoidin all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
I be blowin up the land like where tha bomb at?
give me two bucks,
you take a puff, and pass my bomb back
suck up the dank like a slurpy the serious bomb
will make a nigge go delirous like Eddie Murphy
I got more growin pains than Maggie
cos homies nag me,
to take the dank out of the baggie


1-I got five on it,
grab your 40, let's get keyed
I got five on it,
messin wit that Indo weed
I got five on it,
it's got me stuck and not go back
I got five on it,
potna lets go half on a sack


I take sacks to the face,
whenever I can,
don't need no cruch
I'm so keyed up,
till the joint be burnin my hand
next time I roll it in a hampa (slang for hav-a-tampa cigars)
to burn slo,
so the ashes won't be burnin up my hand, bra
hoochies can hit,
but they know they got to pitch in,
then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension
cos I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
hell no, you betta bring your own spliff, chief
wassup, don't make me sip that,
better pass the JOINT!
stop hittin cos you know ya got Asthma
crack a 40 open, homie, an guzzel it,
cos I know the weed in my system is gettin lonley
I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O
I know how I failed cos I done smoked major weed bro,
an everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up a fattie,
but the Tanqueray straight had me

(2)hey, make this right man,
stop at the light man,
my yester night thang got me hung off the night train
you fade, i face
so let's head to da east
hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big, hot sheets
I wish I could fade the ache
but I'm no budget,
still rollin a 2 door cutglass, same 'ole bucket
foggy windows, soggy Indo,
I'm in tha land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk
(1)been smoked,
yuk'll, the sprayer lay it down,(yuk stands for yukmouth)
up in the OAK the Town
homies don't play around,
we down to blaze a pound
then eaz up,
speed up through the ESO drink the V.S.O.P.
P up with the lemon squeeze up
and everybody's rolled up, I'm da rolla
that's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sticky dosia
hold up, suck up my weed as all you do
kick in feed, cause where I be's we need tab like a foo-foo

A : You like to drink
B : Everyone wants you.
C : You are really silly.
D : You like to drink.
E : Damn good kisser.
F : You are dead sexy.
G : You never let people tell you what to do.
H : You have a very good personality and looks.
I : You Are Great in bed.
J : People Adore YOU!
K : You're wild and crazy.
L : Everyone loves you.
M : Best kisser ever.
N : Easy to fall in love with
O : Awesome kisser.
P : You are popular with all types of people.
Q : You are a hypocrite.
R : Fuckin crazy.
S : Easy to fall in love with.
T : You're loyal to those you love.
U : You really like to chill.
V : You are not judgmental.
W : You are very broad minded.
X : You never let people tell you what to do.
Y : Best g/f b/f anyone could ever ask for.
Z : Always ready.



N : Easy to fall in love with
I : You Are Great in bed.
M : Best kisser ever.
A : You like to drink

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