Various Artists - Under Pressure lyrics

Check it out check it out Kurupt & 'Cat live live live...the Road Dawg Assa**ins Blaze on...yeah who dat who dat who dat? Kurupt...Young Gotti back again with my n***a 'Cat I got a plot for about a half of key of coke Heater stowed in my coat me & D Lo What's up loc? Hit a stick then trip a flow Stick him for his notes roll hundred spokes Raw dogg it's all about the money now This ain't no riddle don't giggle like it's funny now What you got my cash? What I got'll pop the stash Get the Glock stop co*k pop & dash Move where the homies got they end they coulda had And everybody's down for the muthaf**in' mash What you 'bout to blaze up? Oh it's like that all of the homies is posted up in the back You comin' to the gangsta reunion Kurupt & 'Cat Wonderin' where all the muthaf**in' G's at All I see is switches n***as hittin Swishers n***as high as the sky & n***as gettin b**hes Chorus Living my life hustlin' strugglin' & partyin' Under Pressure (we all are) Under Pressure [Repeat] I'm a bet I'm not a rookie like Mack 10 said "Gangstas don't dance we boogie" Off to another corridor & that's for sure Drop a n***a to the floor I'm spectaculaur Ay girl, seen you lookin' at me from afar While I'm over here just wonderin' who you are I'm a tan khaki wearin' blue khaki wearin' Brand new khaki wearin' muthaf**a from the Pound Hop in the MC (Monte Carlo) chrome M3 Case n***as is comin' after me burst then flee I seperate the real from the fake As easy as it is to make mistakes I'mma give it all it takes I'mma hit ya spot like shell shock And take all there is to take Turn & make his f**in' chest quake Life is simple just get yo' cash And don't do sh** unless ya down to blast Chorus Violence needs to silence They call it no sense we call it self defense They makin' all the cash but we ain't makin' none All they got is bullsh** but we ain't takin' none They said the panties dropped Do 'em n***a what's poppin'? Is it mines or yours? n***a it's all of ours Play everyday holla at my n***a Dre (Yo we about to bounce?) Naw blaze up a ounce What's up my name's Kurupt They call me Young Gotti You wanna party I'm out to catch a body They say I shine but I don't feel like a star Always tryin' to play n***as like guitars Just do it baby do it baby do it It ain't nothin' to it I spit it like fluid Spit fluently fluent Fluent enough for you to understand What the f** a n***a was doin' Chorus That's my n***a 'Cat he knows where it's at Under Pressure (we all are) Under Pressure That's my n***a 'Cat he knows where all the G's at Under Pressure (cause we all are) Under Pressure