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Lunasicc

Monterrio Williams (born August 10, 1978), better known by his stage names Luni Coleone or Lunasicc, is an American Garden Blocc Crip rapper who began his musical career on the streets of Sacramento, California. more »

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1998

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Uh. What ya gonna do? Do you wanna ball? Lunasicc, come on. What ya
Gonna do? Uh. What ya gonna do? Luna-Lunasicc, wha? What ya gonna
Do?

How you gonna talk if you really don't understand, why?
That we're out here tryin to ball, that we're out here tryin to ball
Tell me

How you gonna talk if you really don't understand, why?
That we're out here tryin to ball, that we're out here tryin to ball
Tell me

Too much
I think you need to ease on back
Lunasicc, young G's
Ain't no ten's on that
I'm gaurenteed to make a mill by the time I get through
Ain't no Versace, juss boss clothes
Jeans an tennis shoes
The OG, game tight fo real
I keep it goin boy
Breakin out the skills
Now who got the party poppin?
Drawls droppin?
I'm in a hottie, tryin not to spill a Bacardi
Mobbin like a mad man, surfin a Lex
Got big pimpin goin like my folks Big Pep
Champagne, caviar
Ain't no time fo that
Esso on my table wit a girl in my lap
She think I'm gonna pay fo the things she givin
So I flash my 8-Ball shirt, an keep on dippin
On the real baby
I ain't gonna pay fo a thang
Hit the bar
Come back
Leave a dolla in change
Ya know

Too much on it
Too much on it
Too much on it
Too much on it

Too much on it
Too much on it
Too much on it
Too much on it

How you gonna talk if you really don't understand, why?
That we're out here tryin to ball, that we're out here tryin to ball
Tell me

AWOLin an ballin
Alcoholic fo sheez
Straight pervin
I'm swervin in a Coupe on D's
I'm in yo neighborhood swingin beat loud as hell
When the smoke clears, I'm gone half way to Vallejo
Playaz hatin cuz they baby mamas pagin me
I'm a thug, an plus she seen the folks on T.V
Ya know the game, it ain't about Mercedez an Jewels
It's the way I pop my feast that got yo girl in the mood
I'm a real playa never save a thang in life
Who the man? I claim Westside fo life
(That's right)
A new year
A new hit fo Sicc
Sumpthin fo them glove hoppers
The ultimate fix
So when you see me, it ain't no need to try an talk bad
I be mobbin, gettin silly in a '98 Jag
In the parkin lot, is where the playaz roam
Pop my coller, yo boy tryin to take sumpthin home
Come on

How you gonna talk if you really don't understand, why?
That we're out here tryin to ball, that we're out here tryin to ball
Tell me

So now that the partys gettin off the hook
I'm a sprinkle one mo, fo I close the book
I'm all out fo the loot, an as the world goes 'round
Keep a look out fo G's when I hit yo town
Pound, fo pound
I break the walls down wit a hit
No cussin
Don't even try to trip on this
I'm the new keep
Meanin I'm the Shis-I-T
Gettin gone in the head like Bob Marley
Now, all the real playaz let me see yo hands
Tell me who's the man
Clean radio jams
Beat bumpin
Money stackin
Fact not fiction
Give me the zig-zag
I'll do the twistin
Dom Perion, uh-uh
I'm the bomb
But I still got a thang fo that ho Lashon
Feel me
The life of the rich an famous
Nah
The life of the evil an shameless
Come on

How you gonna talk if you really don't understand, why?
That we're out here tryin' to ball, that we're out here tryin' to ball
Tell me

Tryin to ball! Get our money!

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