f/ The Luniz



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You know The Luniz(yeah mean, yeah!)

Don't fuck with those guys man

Because they have this certain way of killing people



(Verse 1: Yukmouth)

Oh no, I think I see the po-po, but how

I'm outtie five thou wit my coke and a smile

Cause now, the cops will beat yo ass for no reason

Hopped in my shit, hit the strip, cause it's bitch season

You know SUMMER, SUMMER, SUMMER TIME

Nigga be like love potion number nine

Espacilly after summer school, ho's wanna cruise to the house

Whip it out, bumpin some of Dru's hits

Cause that shit that she had was real

Perved off the purple head dank, so you know the deal

She gave it up smooth,

Fucked her to, "I Never Had A Love Like This"before the old school

Stephanie Mills, bitch let's go, we chill

Big flop, sideways out the parkin lot on three wheels

Downing 40's non stop, leavin fools

Dropped her off, didn't want her number

Cause the cock wasn't on cool

Went to the mall so I could get me these, K-Swiss

Seen my nigga Will&Chris parked at Mickey D's

But as I see, four thick pretty ho's

Jockin Will&Chris cause they be on show video's

Didn't even trip, cause a bitch thought I was large

Gave me a flyer, to a pool party off Mountain boulevard

I said, wassup my nigga C wanna go?

He said park that shit and hop yo ass in the benzo

We went to get the crew but Ted&Ali saw us

Now we on our way up they're wit eight other baller's

We walkin, smokin fatty's, skee thought we had a work

With the back to back caddy's

Throw up the sign, now it's all good

All hoodrat's jockin on our dicks, so you know that the????

We ridin out for some pussy, the bitch I fucked this afternoon

Told some men I raped her, how could she?

The nigga musta been her folks but

He's walkin 'round talkin shit, so I guess he wanna a low cut

But my crew couldn't wait

Meech&C&H started slammin hella nigga's threw da wooden gate

Kevy-Kev, and Will, was firin up bomb, wit my nigga's from the 6-5 Ville

Still, it's goin on, Dru and Tank in the corner gettin blunted

Niggas gettin the ass beat wit technique twelve hundred's

Cause in the(record skips), Oakland niggas don't play

Somebody from the Rollin 20's sprayed a AK

Cause ain't nothin but a G thang baby

Bitches hoppin out the pool wit G-strings

Runnin like crazy

Asses wiggling, didn't see no gentlemen

But I seen Dino pull the chopper out his pendelton

Numskull and Black Donnie was snatchin bitches swinsuits off

Wit Rappin Ronny, Asani, and Ant Banks pulled up on the set

Before I could speak, buff ass meaks

Had swamped them nigga's on they necks

The Old School Tie Lyrics
Oh the bright young man in the tight-buttoned suit the light beams out from capped smiles to the shines on their lick-spittle books Oh these sharp young sparks with their fresh rosettes Yeh, the artful ways that they promise the earth to all suffragettes - What they won't promise we don't know yet. They say they're build - and shaping society but we know they're just saving for their own Safe home in politics Anything goes: look at them run. Come from every side, noses Pinocchio clean; Lock in synchromesh, oil the wheels and the gears of the party machine. And the final goal is a cabinet seat... in the trappings of power, the presumption to speak for the man in the street. Once they move in, they're in for good;