Lyrics:
find I spiritually define nigga, rhyme killa
I'm the purer from Missour-a
Quick when I rip shit trip this animalistic, fuck Ace Ventura
By the power
(Intro: Yukmouth)
Stress, that's all y'all hear, I like a bag of stress
(Is that right?), baby mamma's own
Speak on this, uh
(Chorus: Yukmouth)
My
and sess smoker
The AK 47, Uzi, and Tec holder
I'm the nigga you heard stressed over
And get no rest over
Nigga wrecked by the neck screaming with
this sh*t different
I'm tired of telling n****s this sh*t different
I'm tired of telling n****s this sh*t different
Whoa
I hit up blicky like what's
work in like Mad Dirt
Odainers twistin like the revolver or the earth
Fuck church, it's a must I burst and curse
Yeah I'm a West Coast Bad Boy but
[C-Bo]
First off we the mutha fuckin' Thug Lords
Now for all you niggas bangin', that mutha fuckin' West Coast like nigga?
You know what I'm
From Las Vegas to Delaware on down to there
I'm a thousandaire
Mackin' bitches, draggin' em down the strip juss' by they hair
Like "Oh dear!"
Where
stomp your feet
[ VERSE 1 ]
Yukmouth pursue the Benjamins, the future like Timbaland
Eat shrooms like Eminem, pop X like Lil' Kim
Hot sex to gentlemans
*(Yukmouth talking w/Num in the background)*
Southwest Ridas playboys (Ya highness!)
Fuckin wit tha Luniz (tha Luniz are here!)
We back in this
my dreams in a scope and the sh*t that I cope is for a bigger reason
I'm surrounded by the lies, where's the truth?
Don't try, gotta do, died then
ho
[Yukmouth]
Why, bother?
I'm bombed out like Pearl Harbor
For??? sex I cut em loose like a Barbara Beef Cake
The cheapskate, never got swundeld for
so I bounced through a buildin lost all my cash,
swallowed my rocks, ditched my pager, I'm haulin ass,
then found myself by Blyman's house,
thinkin
Why not let a n*gga be? Let go of his d*ck. Give a n*gga space, let a n*gga breathe
I'm just vicious just like Dracula
Flip your girl and I spank, no
to get by, she get the baller, the athlete
the model, the actor, director, the agent, producer, the rapper
and other niggaz like you that keep her die for
Okay lemme tell you bout my life a little story
When we started sh*t was hard sh*t was very stormy
I had to switch it up and change my lanez like I'm
blankin' niggas
[Yukmouth]
I'm jack style
Surrounded by weed smoke
See me and my peoples in the club,
Thugged up, suited in steet clothes
We roll,
connected wit the mex we moving units like a cuban
catch me water wippin gotta quarter brick oozing
I'm the king of rock moving units like Rick Ruben
got 99
put you through
I guess we found out
What a couple more commas do
You know how some nggas be
Especially nggas like me
I’m more savage than then
way up
Turn it up, turn it up, turn that sh*t way up
Turn it up, turn it up
I’m actually dope, I fit in
Not good at math but good at spittin
I have that
that b***h stuck Ooo
My money taller than you
No I'm not walkin by you
You made a lil thousand or 2
I spent that sh*t on some shoes
Walk in the club with
sh*t
Yeah
How I Live b*tch
How I Live
Yeah
Yeah Didn't have sh*t ya'll ain't give
Nah
Nah
Did it by myself cuz I'm that kid
Yeah
Yeah
Filthy rich promise
tardy
I'm Alex Rose came through smoking like I'm Marley
Chorus:
They don't like the way I sh*t talk, sh*t talk
They don't like the way my sh*t pops,
like a clown,
But you niggaz sound like a mothafuckin' circus!
Fuck you motherfuckers!
[Outro: Yukmouth]
This nigga is the tightest nigga movin' man,
and flossa
For 2Pac ya drought nigga who shot ya
Saw this beam light, scream like Chewbacca
We got twats on lock the tiny tots
My mom say stop or I'm gonna
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