The Luniz - Live Yo Life lyrics

*(yukmouth talking)* Hennessy! (hindu) Pa** it! (ahhh) It's yo life. It's yo life. It's yo life. Ballin, hit the scene. Chorus *(luniz, dru down)* Get yo grind on man. (get yo grind on) Get yo scrilla on (the scrilla, scratch, paper) Verse 1 *(numskull)* I won't let it phase me This the game mayne An this is my domain Make a couple of bomb sh** this ain't the same Now i'ma send this repetension I'm supposed to have g's So, all eyes is on me I see this rap sh** ain't brought me nathin But a 50 couple of mo hoes And major playa hatin A n***a can't win for losin I'm might be choosin the wrong thang to do But i'm hustlin the same thing as you n***a i came to the town already The town still takin, now i gotta deal wit ya'll b**h n***as hatin f** that Hit me if ya wanna Mini 14 got ya greedy in the corner Wanna see me? You know where i hang Where i used to slang caine An got my first case for a thang-thang About keepin sh** real This it n***a Get yo mail on Stay away from all this b**h sh** I don't wanna k** nobody (nobody) But off the hook I guess broke n***as make the best crooks (like you) I got a question Serious as thee Why's everybody always hatin on me? Chorus *(luniz, dru down) Get yo grind on man. (i'm the pusha, pusha man.) Get yo scrilla on. (the scrilla, scratch, paper n***a.) Get yo pimp on man. (i keeps the pimpin fa real though.) Get yo scrilla on. (i need my money right now b**h.) Verse 2 *(yukmouth)* West coastin Pacific ocean n***as in oakland Cut close to sellin dope an high Smokin until a n***a stop chokin Get broken off For tryin to spit a razor blade out Then whip the gage out An blow him rib cage out I got my fetti Hit up casino's like joe pesci The get away ridin a jet skit I'm double 0-7, golden eye Gold mouth, golden finga Ass out while i'm holdin nina I remember when i used to sell dope Makin 20 off a note Task smash an grab a n***a by the throat But i swallowed it An you can spit it out When they split i be the first n***a that try to sh** it out Now i'm on some mo' Rolex Moet X-o Mo s** than the next hoe Tote tech's when we rollin (skee skirt) It's the creamery Hit the scenery So cleanery On chrome eighteens rollin the greenery. *(chorus)* 1x Verse 3 *(numskull)* I hate you And you hate me To slang i-c-e But i see me Bubblin mo than thee To be or not to be (that's the question) Like shakespeare You inturrupt my struggle and i make fear. Verse 4 *(yukmouth)* Stayed on the west coast The best coast Still yo a** full of guest coast b**hes! Get yo neck choked n***as! Get yo chest smoked Same thing for nay fiends These nay fiends Hoe want bankin Thankin they b**h a** cuz it's stankin. Verse 5 *(numskull)* I'm stankin like x-o Staggering my whole life through me I'm headed to the west like fievel I know where i'm supposed to be like compa**' No matter where the f** you from Yo b**h is bumpin this. Verse 6 *(yukmouth)* n***a i got that a-1 yola or k!! Straight margerin n***as be starvin in the drought Puttin fo sale signs on they cars an house Yukmouth about that scrilla, scratchola Stackola on the up an up I can't be f**in up. *(chorus)* 1x *(dru down's outro)* n***a get yo scrilla on n***a! (b*atch!) Luniz and mutha f**in dru down, you know (eastside!!) Steady grindin. (the vill in this mutha f**a!) Yeah that's how we keep sellin these mutha f**in records you know. (b*atch!) Keepin the scrilla, keep the pimpin up to, ah.. me!?