Willie The Kid - Get Yours lyrics

Cookin' Soul [Hook] Get yours n***a, cause Imma get mine Get yours n***a Get yours n***a, cause Imma get mine Get yours n***a, I say this one time Get yours n***a, cause Imma get mine Get yours n***a, ge-get yours Get yours n***a, cause Imma get mine n***as see me blow [Verse 1: Chuuwee] Yo, we hit the poverty line its looking drastic man These spare jobs, they got me out on the traffic jam I need cash, something I was singing last year We moving bags and holding a lot of gla** zips Stressin, mad frantic, I'm past panicked I can't throw it all the way and just trash can it You mean to tell me I'm just trapped on this vast planet? And one city that Cap. Planet can never save When I was young '95 seen better days Back when i was five mama told me you better behave We need the money, its bad n***a you better save Can't spend the rest of ya life being a cheddar slave But now the pressure got the people actin maniac Clutchin shot guns, hitting n***as with them baby macks sh** is retarded as radio where they play me at How they play me close for them jobs so I'm robbing now [Bridge x2] (Get yours n***a, cause Imma get mines) Anybody get in the way then they'll be losin his life, It's real (Get yours n***a, cause Imma get mines) Whether they put me in the cell, still I'm doin the crime, for real [Verse 2: Willie the Kid] Cookin' Soul, no purgatory Mandatory meetings out in Sacramento, Thunder Valley Black car, the incidentals, park the rental Smoking on the finest fennel, Love and Cali Rock Bally's like a player I'm nothing but a fly rhyme sayer Manufacture blades, like conveyor Belts, leaving welts on the game Poppin' crips like Welch's, Champagne Willie Micheal Phelps, got me swimming in these women Bending corners in my nice car Lobster, crawfish, cross your name out Cop mine before they came out I gotta get mine, my n***a Chuuwee got the same route Get yours n***a! [Outro] G-get yours!