Lyrics:
[Tech N9ne] (Yukmouth)
Regime killas, ah
What the deal
(It's that lethal)
What's poppin
Regime niggas in this motherfucker for the one nine nine
and steadily smokin marijuana?
Your baby mamma, YOUR MAMMA!
(Yukmouth)
My baby mamma, probably been screwed
by so many dudes that she's confused
Keep makin
and shit
I've seen all the ads and shit, man
she independant, she got her own condo and car
I think I'mma mary this bitch, man
for real
[ Yukmouth ]
you got
[Yukmouth]
THUGG LORD !!!!!!!
Salute!
Whut bitch, aiight, AIIGHT!
We got a bitch ass nigga in our presence
A fucking imposter
Get yo ass up
YouknowhatI'msayin? And fa sho no lie
29th Street Crip Gang nigga, see-Bo holdin nothin back
Yukmouth, Spice 1 and we do it live, for the world it's still fuck off
so faded, broke wit a album
But bitches on my dick like I ate it
I'm use to smellin fish, but not that kind
Look you's a hoochie, want to do me,
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
All my sex involved
As we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre
Everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
All my sex involved
As we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre
Everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
All my sex involved
As we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre
Everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
He's Yukmouth
[ CHORUS ]
He's Yukmouth, he's thugged out
He's Yukmouth, he's thugged out, thugged out
Yukmouth, he's thugged out
He's Yukmouth, he's
sayin? And fa sho no lie
29th Street Crip Gang nigga, C-Bo holdin' nothin' back
Yukmouth, Spice 1 and we do it live, for the world it's still fuck off
the Ke, DMG, yes!
Let's kick this anthem shit.
Chorus *(Yukmouth)*
All of my niggas Ridaz
Small time grindas, pimps and big timers
Whether it's heron
the fuck off, huh? You thought since Dre ain't made a album, we flopped? Fuck that shit nigga! Rap-A-Lot for life nigga! Yukmouth nigga! West Coast don
of
That cash, I keep it in my jeans, bitch
Have you ever seen it? A big pile of green shit?
When I spend it, bitch, I'm the man
I do what I want, suckers
an hustlas, get ya bread on mayne (B-Legit!)
Ya Capable (E-40 man!)
Ya Capable
Ya Capable
Peep it.
[Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*]
Eh, eh
Uh
Live an direct
years I could never get enough of
That cash, I keep it in my jeans, bitch
Have you ever seen it? a big pile of green shit?
When I spend it, bitch, I'm
me like a wet food stamp)
[Verse 2 - Numskull&Yukmouth]
[Numskull]
I had a brand new jeep and we was rollin
Told her it was mine, but that shit was
[Yukmouth]
Lord I sacrifice my life
Just to bring my mama back to life
Just to bring my father back to life
Just to bring my potnas back to life
My father
and shove it up your ass
Followed by the "oohs" and "aaahs"
Your foolish pride gonna fuck around and put you on the loosin' side
Who got bodied?
Nigga, you
But they claim we doin dirt.
Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*
It's like sixteen fiends get they welfare checks,
no po-po a 4-0 an some bomb,
an I'll be there when
[Intro (Yukmouth)]
Where my dboys at n***a?
It's yo boy Yuk in the building man
look
[Verse 1 (Yukmouth)]
Rap game lame but the dope game booming
Yes
You know I had to make a weed song for the album, bitch
This Smoke-A-Lot on mine, ya dig
I stay puffin lah, ya dig
What
What what
[ VERSE 1:
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,
Regime
Then fuck ya!
[Poppa L.Q.]
We the real street criminals
Regime generals
Mash for the most
And we sell it for the minimum
We Regime alliants
With
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