Luniz - Live Yo Life lyrics

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!?