Luniz Album

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[Yukmouth]
Yo yo, I'm from the land of the playas, slick talkas, and colla poppas
Narcotics, and boss ballas, pit bulls and rottweilers
Niggaz wit gold teeth, old schools on gold feet, killas, and O.G's
Task postil the police
Mac Arth to foothill, East 14th
Sobrante park, woodfield, Plymouth, and walnut street
From the ville to seminary to the rollin 20's
Wit ghetto celebrities
Like Big Feek and Little D
See the east bay dragon is the home of the panthers
Where niggaz slang tons of crack and feds catch it on camera
Throw you in the slammer
It's the home of $hort and Hammer
Boss ballas move to Atlanta
Niggaz stole our grammar
That's my ropas, that's my nephew
That's my weeples, that's my nizzle
Please believe me
Go fa sheezy
Off the hizzle
Do ya thizzle
With my niggaz ridin dopefiend rentals
Rock presidentials, slang crack, pack pistols
Every track got sizzle

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Cuz I'm a Raider, Oakland Raider
From the bay to L.A. to Las Vegas
Cuz I'm a playa, a boss playa
and if you wit me pop ya colla shake dem hatas
I'm a Raider

[Knumskull]
I'm a Raider, just like my niggaz befo' me
But I was a thief wit out the open face gold theeth
And En Vogue was some fine ass Oakland Raidettes
And Too $hort was the first Oakland Raider on the set
Now Pooh-Man was a Raider when he was "Fuckin Wit Dank"
And Askari X was a Raider when he was a "Ward of the State"
And Dangerous Dame was a Raider when he was callin hoes names
But I know
From the Lake on Sundays, to the five O
Now we to Eastmont wit the sideshows
But it's fun, and I'm famous, but I aint tryna die tho
Niggaz be goin out in a gang but not I tho
If I have to go back to dope, I'm slangin fo survival
Now Dru, pimp he do
If you hoe-in then he pimpin you
Tried it fo' 30 days, I aint lyin I aint wit it dude
A baby sittin job, Oh my God that's a job
But I still wanna do it cuz that's 100% I

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[Knumskull]
Hieroglyphics been Raiders from "'92 to Infinity"
Some unda ground shit that just shook the fuckin industry
And Humpty with his gone ass, a Raider in his own right
The whole D.U. camp'll get you amped on sight
Now Mystic, she the only female Raider I know
You the shit baby girl, I'm just lettin you know
And last but not least
Tupac Shakur nigga Rest In Peace

[Yukmouth]
I'm from the city of dope, the town of the crack
I'm from the city of pimps, the town of the mac
East Oakland!
Heat-totin, ebonics speech broken, keep jokin
The Luniz bout to have the streets loc'in
Down South y'all keep smokin hay, we got the killer 'dro and h
Heroin and kilos for days
It's the city of the Warriors, the home of the A's
Where niggaz get sideways
Shoot outs from highways nigga
East Oakland Bitch!
I'm a Raider!

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[Knumskull]
3x Krazy, Cydal, rest in peace Eclipse
Bad N-Fluenz, rest in peace Rappin' Ron
Ant Banks, Seagram, rest in peace my nigga
Black Dynasty, Delinquents
Richie Rich, 415
MC Ant, the Coup, Point Blank, E-A-Ski, Steady Mobbin
All yall niggas is Raiders
Raider, muthafuckas, what?!!

[Mark Curry]
Damn, what about me? It's Mark Curry baby
I'm not a Oakland Raider? God dayum
I'm the first muh fucka on T.V.
I was the first one that did HBO
First one did Apollo; I can't get qualified
bein Hall of Pimpology as a Oakland Raider What?
Uh, I'm the first one on dubs what? I'm a Oakland Raider baby
That's right representin the town, East side Oakland
You know how we do it East Side O, nigga straight up take yo hoe
I was all day long, you know how we do it in the town, Crystal, Big dank
Dats the way we roll ol school sittin on 20's
It don't make no difference; floatin, doin it all
Ghetto nigga from the Eastmont Mall

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(feat. Devin the Dude, KB)

[VERSE 1: Yukmouth]
I think it was Friday night, I met her at the club
Apple Martini-ed up, smokin bud with my thugs
Then yo yo, there she was, très bon booty ( *French* )
Like Beyoncé no fiancé, let's keep in touch
I wanted to beat it up, cause she was a superbad
I mean with all that ass, same night hit it that fast
We at her mega pad, still diggin like a sav'
We poppin x tabs, the head was extra lav'
But this her baby dad and he don't live with her
And at his grandma's pad they left the kids with her
So that explains the pictures I see of this nigga
She says she's low on scrilla, she wanted gifts for her
So she can get her nails done and get her weave fixed
And I can't stand no nappy hair bitch
And so I break off bread, nothin but pocket change
She blew my socks again and then I hopped in the Range
And then she kept on askin for bread, like everyday
"My children need some aspirine, I got some bills to day"
Now what am I to say, cause Yuk, he love the kids
Puffy sell millions, but Yuk, he love the kids
So I broke off bread, I did it for the kids
Never trust a bitch, never think Yuk a trick
I got the slut dismissed, she got the dismissal
I ain't fuckin with you, bitch, you got too many issues

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You got too many issues
Here, let me get you some tissue
No, I don't mean to diss you
But you want me to give you some money, quit actin funny
Baby girl

[VERSE 2: KB]
Time after time, rhyme after rhyme
I look around, some hoe after mine
But I'm just steady on the low, steady 'bout my flow
Why try to keep a hoe steady when they be steady wantin mo'?
I don't want no hoe all on my back, all up in my sack
Before I burn one, at every corner that I turn on
Hoe, get a life ( ? ) boppin all night like you a nigga
Need to be at home with yo damn children
Like that shit was cool, well ain't shit cool
About your children missin school
Because you done cut a fool at the club last night
And you ain't ( ? ) six
Ran into a couple of ballers cappin like you broke them tricks
But them tricks make cheese, they pop bottles for fun
And you'll fuck one just to say you fucked one
How dumb can one get, didn't even break bread to get with you
And walkin round like you the fuckin shit, bitch, you got too many issues

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[VERSE 3: Numskull]
Bitch, you get rotated through every crew like a tire from BF Goodridge
Cause you 21 now, what, you actin like a good bitch?
I'm tryin to get my nigga sucked cause he from outta town
You just suck his dick while I weigh out the pounds and then you out
What you mean you don't know, don't you need a little bread?
You can feed a starvin child for just a little bit of head
You suck a broke nigga dick but won't suck a rich nigga
He a white boy, little man, limp dick nigga
Three minutes and you gone, then I hit you at your home
Give you a little for your pocket, now your weekend is on
I don't understand, huh? Then why the fuck I'm talkin?
Matter fact I'm wastin time, huh, bitch, get to walkin
You try to help a rat bitch, she'll diss you on some wack shit
You weigh 125, how you still lookin fat, bitch?
Save them cheap ( ? ) yeah, I'm tryin to diss you
You a broke-ass, think-you-bad bitch and you got too many issues

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[uncredited woman]
Nigga, fuck yo broke ass
You ain't got no muthafuckin money anyway, nigga
Don't come over here talkin about I got issues
You got issues
Nigga, you rollin on stop
So don't even try to come over here
Either you pay me or don't pay me no muthafuckin attention
So ehm that's all this about over here
When you look my way I already know you gots to pay
All this issue shit, you can take that shit to the next bitch
I ain't the one, nigga
Please
Please believe it
Fuck that
Pay me
Yeah I got issues, so what?
I'm tryin to get fly, youknowmsayin
I'm tryin to go to the Century Club
I need $100 on my hair
I need uh 50 to go the nail shop
I need 200 for that new Iceberg make-up
So uh, what you workin with?
Shit, I'm a real bitch
Yeah
And I need to get my car washed
As a matter of fact, I'm tryin to roll yo shit
Don't you got a Jag or somethin?
Yeah, I'm tryin to roll yo shit, nigga
On the real, me and all my muthafuckin homegirls
We comin to the party...

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