Hennessy! (Hindu)
Pa** it!
(Ahhh)
It's yo life.
It's yo life.
It's yo life.
Ballin, hit the scene.
[Chorus]
Get yo grind on man.
(Get yo grind on)
Get yo scrilla on
(The scrilla, scratch, paper)
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 want to
Mini 14 got ya greedy in the corner
Want to 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 want to 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?
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.)
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]
I hate you
And you hate me
To slang I-see-E
But I see me
Bubblin' mo than thee
To be or not to be
(That's the question)
Like Shakespeare
You interrupt my struggle and I make fear.
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** 'cause it's stankin'.
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.
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]
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!?