Behind the Scenes

[Yukmouth] Nigga East Oakland Where niggas be posted all night long Hoping they still smoking like Cheech and Chong To each his own Never leave home without my heat or chrome Strapped like a beeper on my hip Ready to flip when the heat is on Hop in the Lac with Axl Foley Presidential Roley make niggas want to hold me for ransom And some bitches know me My niggas told me Them bitches love holding pockets Get out a pocket I'll knock your jaw out your socket Then squash this Fold up a little S-see Best be on my see-H-E-S-T If niggas test me Let's see Which nigga gonna meet Elvis Presley Best be like what up my niggas let up like a Nestles Crunch And start to punch niggas Soon they gonna crunch Fall on the dance floor Haul off your ass into my hands slow Get the show cancelled No Hansel and Gretel in the ghetto just to let you know [Chorus:] [Cool Nutz] Behind the scenes [Yukmouth] All that glitter and gold Yo that nigga ain't swolled [Cool Nutz] Behind the scenes [Yukmouth] Lights, camera, action anything to get the greenery stacking [Cool Nutz] Behind the scenes Repeat 1x [Cool Nutz] Now what makes the motherfucking world go round? You can sit back relax to my ghetto sound This is for the hoes, niggas Money and the yay It gets mega trifling when your struggling and your striving Surviving I'm stuck to the strip for my grip Penitentiary chances for my cash advances What's my stances? Brings this to your hood late night for the trip gold hund's I want my fetty in tons Gangs and guns Five thousand stash what the sum A nickel slick nigga and I'm up with the sun So what you got for me cooking in the kitchen Two birds hella sift got my motherfucking palms itching So scandalous and my east coast dunns Shit foaming and bubbling For my money and the doubling Respect that the Yak track got me caught up All this "D" and the scrilla ain't never enough I pop my title like cash I'm in this game for a Franklin Serious rap shit got a young nigga banking Street stanking Motherfuckers know what I mean Low-key Plastered to the wall I'm behind the scenes [Chorus:] [Poppa LQ] Italian link flooded diamonds Started off that Crystal and budded My neighborhood I love it I'm never above it I stays true to it Better flew in like fluid I'm knowing how to do it And partner I've been through it Sure I'm improving I'm the coldest thing moving I had some confrontation with some cocky-ass Cuban He said some black squabbling for some cheddar And then he had to deepen and dict the vendetta Well anyway I gave my baby mamma my Buretta And told her that some Cubans might try to come get her But meanwhile I'm a try to peel them first But if they invade let your heater disperse Cock it back bang, bang and do your thing girl Let them know what's going down in your world I want a woman with smarts I want a woman with heart That won't hesitate to blow your buster ass apart [Chorus:] [Jiboh] Now who makes moves like chess? Pack heat like a sauna My bang bang clears your whole corner Lights, camera, action The bomb make my boogie make me hot like coal Braxton I be taxing niggas like Uncle Sam My red laser beam make you do the running man A hundred miles an hour top speed you shouldn't of fucked with The shorty lunatic And fuck who you with You should have came with your whole army Now your duct taped buck naked walking home with no car keys Yeah you're swoll like Lou Ferigno But all that shine like glitter it ain't gold See my crew laced in the finest Matching Lamborghini and diamonds I pack the jam Make niggas say oh damn Jiboh so cool [Chorus:]