Yukmouth Album

(Special Report, straight in from Hong Kong
Godzilla spotted in the Pacific
Heading straight for California
Run for your liiiives!)

[VERSE 1: Yukmouth]
You niggas been created a monster
I choke ya like a anaconda, stomp ya
Pop you with the chopper, slap a helicopter out the sky, partna
You don't want no drama with the mobster
Where your ammo and your armour? Breathe fire, spit lava
My shit hotter, you fall off like Spin Doctors
The rims on the Benz spin proper
If it's a black Madonna model chick I been knocked her
And fuck a record deal, once you flop they gon' drop ya
Smoke-A-Lot, you can't stop us
Platinum dragon Rockwell, dank and vodka, hate impostors
Me and J the new Sammy Davis and Frank Sinatra
The godfather of the South signed Yukmouth
I'm thugged the fuck out, moved birds our the drug house
Now celebrity broads get dugged out
Luxury cars is dubbed out, I pull the truck out the plush house
I gives a fuck about the fame, give me boss scrilla
The worldwide mob figure, keep it Godzilla

[CHORUS x2]
Godzilla
(Boss up and do it big)
Big money, big cars, big jewelry, big crib
Keep it Godzilla
(Off top I think big)
Think money, think cars, think jewerly, think crib

[VERSE 2: Yukmouth]
Mashin, mashin in my Benzo coupe
From out the window poof!
The chronic smoke let the criminal loose
I'm stompin in my Timbo boots
Every club I get my Indo and my pistol through
My goons resemble the Gooch, got niggas scared
The way we make the paper make haters have nightmares
At every event me and my niggas right there
With them Grey Goose bottles in the air, no Belvedere
Get it clear, it's our year, so boss yourself up
You got three minutes before this crew self-destruct
And prove yourself, step it up before you step to Yuk
Remember I'm Godzilla, I crush your Lexus truck
You niggas know who we are, nigga, I ball like a star
Buy out the bar, smoke chronic-filled cigars
Platinum CL's, Spreewells on the car
[?] bezel attract females from afar

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 3: Yukmouth]
House off the water so my kids can live like a baller
I used to serve bricks tryin to live like my father
End up in the pen like my father
Learned to pimp my pin like a author
Cop the Benz and the prala
Hummers in the summer, rock minks every winter
In Virginia, "the most beautifullest thing - I get in ya"
Serve ya like a bartender, fuck a next contender
One phrase will end ya, to the grave I send ya
Remember Godzilla pull up on dub spinners
I raised in the Villa, ain't nothin but thug in us
Gangsteres and drug dealers, killers that bust a slug in a
Punk nigga, hustle for scrilla, don't give a fuck, nigga
Life is based on money and hoes
What type of vehicle you roll, is your necklace froze?
If so, the bitches chose, your dick they rode
Keep it Godzilla, my nigga, go get that dough

[CHORUS]

[Verse 1]
Struggle til you bubble, hustle til you make your money double
Triple, quadruple, it's crucial out here
Business as usual, we'll shoot you
Pistol whip abuse you, that's what the loot do, killa salute you
The feeling's mutual, a quarter million on the kitchen floor
One nigga breakin down chickens another nigga whippin raw
One half of the click is hittin banks the other half is hittin stores
We gettin more, paper, feds ain't seen no shit like this before
They wanna hit us all and give us all double life
But fuck em, we ride Benz's wit bubble lights and hustle white
And hire Johnny Cochran, quick to fight the double strikes
Any nigga mobbin wit this click must have his hustle right
My dude did ten in the pen and didn't snitch
So we gave him ten bricks to get on his feet again and breathe again
Tossed the keys to a Benz, it's yo shit, he was a made man
Part of a mafia organization who got

[Hook]
Money and the power, money and the power
I'm mobbin wit my niggaz I got money and the power
Money and the power, money and the power
Full of drug dealas and killas who got money and the power
Money and the power, money and the power
No niggaz ever cross us we got money and the power
Money and the power, money and the power
A organization of bosses wit money and the power

[Verse 2]
Get the money first, the power and the hoes come wit it
Push ya powder, puff ya dro, come wit it
Jackas and the police at yo do, come wit it
Come to my dough, I come wit it, the gun split it, you gone get it
And if you got a plan then run wit it, my niggaz done did it
From many mansions to 6 huneds kitted
And kick it wit atleast a hundred bitches
Move a hundred bridnicks with the quickness, that's how we live it
My niggaz get it straight from Guala Mala
Fold over in camouflage helicopters undetected by the stealth bombers
We take trips to the Bahamas with our baby mamas
Then take trips to St. Thomas with our business patnas
Oscar from Phoenix, Arizona got the cheapest, greenest marijauna
Help me sew up each and every corner
My workers sold weed, my other workers sold boy
I'm tryin to flip that new fansome Rolls Royce, oh boy

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Go to jail, bail out, go to court, fight the case, beat it
I walk out the court house conceited then repeated, weeded
The cops can't believe it, the block I bleed it, the glock I squeeze it
We plot strategic, pop and leave a nigga paraplegic
Send yo Christmas carols to Jesus
We operated like Pharoahs in Egypt
The double barrel rip yo flesh and bone marrow to pieces
Our thesis take money together, each fellow is even
That means we all eatin, we call meetings
Greetings wit bosses, any losses niggaz catch a hard beating
The mob meetings at the four seasons
Our mission fly them pies down to Chi-Town, N.Y, Detroit and Cleveland
And have them East Coast boys grieving
They sell em for 28, we sell em for 65, me and my boys scheming
The blast the glock at cowards, drop like the towers
Flood the block wit powder, we got the money and the power

[Hook]

(feat. Benjilino)

[Yukmouth]
Haha... I can't believe you niggaz
You can't be serious
You really thought since 'Pac died the West coast fell the fuck off, huh?
You thought since Dre ain't made a album, we flopped?
Fuck that shit nigga!
Rap-A-Lot for life nigga!
Yukmouth nigga!
West Coast don nigga!
What's wit it punk?!
It's nuthin to a boss nigga!
We been ridin on dubb's that spin nigga!
We been poppin bottles, nigga, since 'Pac was alive nigga
The West Coast is back you faggot ass fucks!

[Verse 1]
I'm from the West Coast and never-ever crip-walk
I'm like the Bird Man, platinum grill, big cross
an I'm tryin to sell a few mill like Kris Kross
I'm ultra cocky, tell a chicken get lost
diss the boss an get ya lips ripped off
I let clips off
ya whole click soft
what you know about a hundred on a wrist watch
twenty on ya chicks watch
loungin Gucci flip flops
and I bang in the club like Rick Rock
Yuk show you how to rock that real thug hip-hop
they ride lo-lo's
Yukmouth flip drops
off the floor every year is a whip hop
menage-a-trios all year if ya chick jock
with ten karats in my ear like big shot
Godzilla get the scrilla like Chris Rock
an I'ma bring the West back when my shit drop

[Chorus: Benjilino]
To roll around on 24's
wit plenty millions in a vouge
everything a nigga want..
It's nothin 2 a boss!
So much ice a nigga froze
custom rides wit 310's
until I die it's all West coast
It's nothin big to a boss!

[Verse 2]
Yeah... if you gon' do it, do it right
I'm in the blue and white
rally striped Vipe leavin Peanuts wit a crew of dykes
Tuesday night I got my game together
I'm dangerous fella
my rims spin like plane propellers
an I'm down wit Prince James forever
Rap-A-Lot fo' lia (life)
Yukmouth, Scarface an Tela
and ya'll know Yuk is off the meter
for all you non-believers
I spark the heater
I'm what you call a block leader
Why you hatin?
I roll through ya radio station wit Gary Payton
in a franchise Lac outside on cherry Dayton's
an rock the new blue Burberry
make every nation feel the thug vibration, uh
my cars talk back like Michael Knight
I got a hunderd on a Roy Jones and Tyson fight
you wanna roll wit baller, well tonight's ya night
I rock ice cause the price is right
step it up hater. Yeah

[Chorus]
To roll around on 24's
wit plenty millions in a vouge
everything a nigga want..
It's nothin 2 a boss!
So much ice a nigga froze
custom rides wit 310's
until I die it's all West coast
It's nothin big to a boss!

[Verse 3]
Every day I'm poppin a bottle, and poppin a tag
fourty G's in a Gucci bag, I'm coppin a Jag
two-hundred G's in a Louie bag, I'm coppin a pad
wit the dragon shaped tool in the bag
What you know about that?!
What you know about chronic an Hypnotic
coppin Lamborghini's from 310 an Simbalic
drop stretch Hummers, twenty-four inch rims on it
[???] skin interior wit the suede trim on it, wait!
I came in the game wit mobsta tales
I hit Mr. Chow's for meals, crack lobster tails
at the mall wit a model who only buys Chanelle
you wish I fell, but I prevail, Yukmouth is ill
I rock the 'Wheels of Fortune' like Pat Sajack
in a black Maybach
I'm tryin to bring the Bay back
in a A's throw back and a A's hat
Yuk a beast, and bleach couldn't fade that!
What?!

[Chorus]
To roll around on 24's
wit plenty millions in a vouge
everything a nigga want..
It's nothin 2 a boss!
So much ice a nigga froze
custom rides wit 310's
until I die it's all West coast
It's nothin big to a boss!

(feat. Big Krizz Kaliko, Dorasel, Gonzoe)

[Big Krizz Kaliko]
Regime Mobstaz
Regime Niggaz
Regime Killers
Regime Life
[x2]

[Tech N9ne]
Yo, yo!
I'm a Regime original
My flow's aqua
She give me yo' snaps
She give you more claps than an opera
Street Sinatra, here to tease the shopra?
Yuk and Tech nigga, Godzilla and Mothra
Try and stop the Regime killaz will cost ya
Pop the glock to get the message across ya
You niggaz deserve an oscar, playin' doctor
I'ma silence you niggaz as if I was ? and ?
For 2Pac ya dropped nigga who shot ya
Saw this beam light, scream like Chewbacca
We got twats on lock the tiny ??
My mom say stop or I'm gonna tell poppa
I ??
Ish Hop
Ya mock my
Shit is gonna be a slip knot ?
We reign ??
Tech is coming way clean
If you ain't Regime
Then fuck ya!

[Poppa L.Q.]
We the real street criminals
Regime generals
Mash for the most
And we sell it for the minimum
We Regime alliants
With appetites of giants
Hungry as some lions
We the kings of the jungle
Y'all don't wanna step inside the ring in this rumble
Empires will crumble
Platinum rappers are humbles
Pissin' on you peasants
Whenever we make our presence
Original and authentic
Far from a gimmick
Suckers try and mimic
But they just can't get it
No, they don't have their mind on it
I don't hear no soul in it
They don't have they heart in it
We gone put a hole in it
To go hardcore
All we do is go hard
Cuts them chicken's off
But we let 'em go hard
Regardless who you are
We will break you off a bar
Load off the hollows
Discharge 'em in your car
It's Regime nigga
And it gets no bigger!

[Gonzoe]
The life of a gangsta
Ice and big bangers
The skyline changes
Cat, we live dangerous
Fuck who you came wit'
This where the game twist
Seperate the Regime nigga from the nameless
Hit 'em with the stainless
Show 'em what pain is
Speak that language
Work them angles
Y'all get mangled
We street niggaz
And once we spit we sayin' you (Come on!)
Real shit
I split ya frame du'
Have ya name all mixed up with bad news
What you tryna prove
I blow you out ya shoes
Y'must got my team confused
We make the rules
Break yo' face then bust the .2
What you accustomed to
Nigga this what a hustler do
When Gonzoe and my niggaz lace ya crew
Regime!

[Chorus: Big Krizz Kaliko]
Regime Mobstaz
Regime Niggaz
Regime Killers
Regime Life

[Monsta Ganjah]
Regime the regiment
Worldwide confederates
Suspects and federates
Villains, killers and terrorists
Radicals individuals
Money making material
Underrated and hated
But over time we made it
And dedicated to get it
To never sleep I hate it
Forget about the bullshit
These niggaz rather debate it
On these streets is how I get it
A fetish for living Hellish
It's talented how sell it
Then cock it back and pull it
I'm serious when I do it
No it ain't nothing to it
Snatch ya chains
Splatter brains
Acting like they knew it
Regime the new team
Kill for the cash green
Split spleens to crush dreams
Empty out magazines
Holla back to swallow stacks
Treat 'em like dope fiends
Anything you need I got
I'll be your first thing
A hustler
My nature, never to fall
Regime 'til I die, throw slugs in ya jaw

[Dorasel]
Niggaz know me sell
I don't give a fuck
I keep it tucked
It's the dirty sizzle
Regime missle
That's what's up
Niggaz talk a lot of ruckus
We fuckers
Don't wanna buck us
I keep my niggaz dirty like truckers
Nigga you heard me
Been in the game [??] for better
Nigga whatever
You fucking with a war nigga
Yo fuck rappin, I'll kill ya
Dorasel'll smack ya franchise
Playa it's over
Snatch the Tec-9's from Yukmouth
And blast [gunshots] back at ya Rover
I told you I'm the dirtiest
[???] gettin' up the earliest
Fuckin' wit' my street niggaz
And white boys that'll eat niggaz
I don't need a butcher to do my ?
I get mines with a heat nigga
Pass by the spot wit' yo piece
Smokin' a sweet nigga
Business as usual
We back up on the rocks wit' it
I'm feeding my fiends
I do it cuz my pops did it
Still got the same heater
My niggaz leaking shots with it
?? bitch ass
So they can think my cock did it

[Grant Rice]
Regime!
'Til they slay me and they lay me
Seize deep, pushin daisey's in Hades
Regime!
'Til the plate's clean
My brigade'll swing a blade at the mainstream
Until they pay me
Regime!
Until the Heavens fall
A weapon's kept in my drawers
To protect the every cause I represent
And every car
Second of we'll never fall
Fo' the mumbles, sumble, crumble not!
I'm a hustle mayan
Turn the fuckin' drum into an oven vacade
Hey! Wait! No - I'm - not - done
So real and scary
Military 'til I'm killed and buried wit' my shotgun
I'm in it to menace
And sinnin from minute to minute
'Til I finish, all riddled they gimmicks and image they mimic
Specific I'll slay them
Stitch 'em and pitch 'em [??] a franchise
Regime ride to empire
Grant Rice!

[Chorus: Big Krizz Kaliko]
Regime Mobstaz
Regime Niggaz
Regime Killers
Regime Life

[Yukmouth talking throughout the chorus]

Yea nigga! You can't fuck wit us nigga
Regime mobstaz, tatted with dragons and mashin' - nigga!

[Yukmouth]
The thug lord ayatollah ran wit' twelve disciples
One hand held the Bible
One hand held the rifle [gunshot]
All hail my arrival
From VL's Disciples
To Crips and Piru's and rivals
Run for survival
It's murderin' mayhem
Them birds on the gray ?
From the curb of they town
Get served and sprayed down [gunshots]
Pounds of Earth'll break down
The cops run a search and shake down
Ever since I signed with my niggaz from H-Town
Prince J and stayed down
Made me put them cakes down
I run the Bay now
Shake and break like earthquakes now
And fuck hoes, ass up face down
Regime rock throw backs [???] gats
Fitted caps and gats
Jags, Benzes, Lex and
A branch fell but the tree won't fall
We stand tall
We gone ball
This Regime bitch!

[Outro: Big Krizz Kaliko]
Regime Mobstaz
Regime Niggaz
Regime Killers
Regime Life
[x2]

Yeah, I'm a throwback fanatic, Air Force addict
Hardwood Classic, fitted cap to match it
Jeff Hamilton jacket, NBA patches
Team logos on my Jordans, I'm stuntastic

[VERSE 1: Yukmouth]
Boombastic, light a blunt and pass it
Rock a Pippen throwback when he ran with Paxton
Rock a authentic Steve Nash Mavericks
And rock a NBA All-Star 32 Magic
'Bout it, 'bout it, match with every outfit
Got two houses filled with Gucci couches
Manolo Timbs for all my spouses
And my mistress in lipstick and throwback blouses
Huh, I hit the mall and dumb out
For every throwback that come out, until they run out
My teeth shine without the sun out
These color Jordans don't come out
Boy, that's why I ball with my tongue out
Nigga
I'm stuntastic

[CHORUS]
Throwback fanatic, Air Force addict
Hardwood Classic, fitted cap to match it
Jeff Hamilton jacket, NBA patches
Gucci interior, H2, I'm stuntastic
Throwback fanatic, Air Force addict
Hardwood classic, fitted cap to match it
Jeff Hamilton jacket, NFL patches
Aston Martin with mink carpet, I'm stuntastic

[VERSE 2: Yukmouth]
I hit the mall, tell em:
"I want this one, this one and that one
Especially that black one"
Throwback version of Bo Jackson
Throwback Laker befo' Jackson
Then 'hit the freeway' like Tone Braxton
Rappers want beef, the chrome blastin
Leave his dome sackin on his lap
Me fallin off, it won't happen
Boy, get back then with the mack man
I sold crack dodgin cops like Pacman
Rap-A-Lot 'fo life' like Mack 10
This fit won't come out, so stop askin
Iced out like the Aspen in Dapper Dan fashion
Now, Louie, Timbos, Gucci to Benzo
And Jay, Burberry to alligator to limos
Peep the ensemble, who rock the Gucci Matumbo
Throwback with the custom Gucci Ferragamos
And push the throttle in a Marcia Lago
That's the color of the guacamole on your nachos

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 3: Yukmouth]
I go... on and on and on and
I ball for the team I own like Jordan
Come on, breezy what a singer chick I'm bonin
Platinum CL I'm rollin
Yuk stay... fresh... to impress
In a matchin Mitchell & Ness
Strapped with pistol and vest
Underneat the 43 Jerry West
They know I'm gung-ho with dough, them cats hardly ball
I rock the Kings Archibald to the Mardi Gras
I rock the Isaiah Thomas to the Lost Promise
Toss mama, then forget about her - Alzheimers
Smalltimer to a big-rig, a Shaq Diesel
Larry Bird college throwback, black [?]
In a 745 with the frog eyes, multi
Yuk stuntastic like The Fall Guy

[CHORUS]

[No lyrics]

[No lyrics]

(feat. Nyce, Who's Who)

[Yukmouth]
Hey girl what you doin? (Wooooooh)
You busy? (ooohhh)
Well let a nigga come kidnap you, ya dig?” (ohhhh)
Scoop you up take you on a lil' adventure, ya dig? (Yeaaaaaaaaaah)
Aiight I'm commin round

[Verse 1: Yukmouth]
She said her nigga used to scoop her at the boxer
Take her for shrimp and lobster (uh-huh)
Rock her wrists out but bitch he ain't a mobster
Yukmouth your best friend your lover and your father
The baller, I'll be the first to fuck you in the prowler (that's right)
Huh, I ain't gon call ya like them niggaz that jock ya
Bitch I ain't gon follow ya like niggaz that stalk ya (uh-huh)
Huh, I give ya space, call me up just to rock ya
Knock ya boots break ya off proper
Get loose ya head doctor
Let me kidnap you, hold you for ransom
No holdin' hands or romancin' just fuckin' to this anthem
Poppin champagne bottles and then some
I'm a boss like Tony Dense and money make me handsome
The coup make them wanna fuck a nigga on the fluke
And them jewels make them bitches pop that Gucci like glue
So what you wan do? Barbeque a meal do?
I'll wheel through; steal you for a night, what's the deal boo? (Whooo oh oh)

[Hook: Who's Who]
Let me take you away to ecstasy (Baby)
Baby done where you wanna be (ooh yeah)
Let me kidnap you.
Let me kidnap you tonite (c'mon baby)
Do everything you wanna do (c'mon baby whatever you want)
I jus wanna spend the nite with you (baby)
Let me kidnap you (yeaah)
Let me kidnap you tonite (ooohhh)

[Verse 2: Yukmouth]
She said her nigga used to take her to the tropics
All of the diamonds flawless
Prada boots he copped it, Gucci shoes he copped it
Now, switch the topic
You like the chronic or that hypnotic or ex pills, let's get it poppin'
I have you dancing topless don't stop it
Dropping of that chronic, hypnotic its only logic
I put it deep in ya stomach and make you run from it, cum from it
The pun ani get crushed like pun done it
Ya man, ya husband, ya dude, ya fiancé
Need to cherish you; you got an ass like Beyonce
A face like Mya a body like Free
Tits like the queen bee with tattoos like eve, Bo!
Your man a geek he borin' out, tourin' out
Scoop you up at 3 in the morning ridin something foreign
And get ya wetter than rain wen its pourin'
I bang, bang, bang till six in the mornin'!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Nyce]
Well it's the heartbreaker, Mack makeup and mark
Jake up at the large paper and spill ya pockets for me boss player (???)
I make em floss now make em think they'll toss later
Take me shoppin' for jew-ells and minx in Las Vegas
I cause paper Nyce-tee ain't a bimbo
I drive the Benzo the back seat is where ya friends go
Pedal to the metal in Gucci stilettos
I will punch the shit out-a bitch I'm still ghetto
22 inch mo mo's them other hoes is so so
Me nolo trim's Louie bag colourful logo's
Hah, federal niggaz is a no no
I can't stand you hobo's
So step it the fuck up if your doe low
Your hoe, your bitch, your wife, your fiance
Need to cherish you you got more whites than libera chi
So let's pretend like we both got nobody
Let's hop in the Ferrari and jump start this party

[Hook]

(feat. Benjilino, Fatal Hussein, Tha Realest, Tech N9ne)

[Chorus]
[Benjilino]
Somebody gonna die tonight
Get all of my niggaz, time to ride tonight
Disrespect a killa and them bullets gonna fly tonight
A nigga gonna die tonight
Somebody gonna die tonight
Get all of my niggaz, time to ride tonight
Disrespect a killa and them bullets gonna fly tonight
A nigga gonna die tonight

[Verse 1]
[Tech N9ne]
Hey yo I'm sick as a motherfucker, bitch you a motherfucker
You tryin' to diss on a motherfucker like me I'll kill you motherfuckers
Its a motherfuckin' shame how the motherfucker came
And grabbed my motherfuckin' name, And get to blowin' out ya motherfuckin' brains
I fuck hoes like a motherfucker, Even yours you motherfuckers
Tech N9ne is a motherfucker, I'll dispose of you motherfuckers
Pros, They wanna suck us, +Mitch Bade+ niggaz wanna buck us
Get the motherfucker, Hit the motherfucker
Kill'em and dont say shit, Motherfucker
I'm pissed them a motherfucker, Twist that motherfucker
Lift that motherfucker, Hey nigga you my motherfucker
Cause you busted on them motherfuckers, Shot up they motherfuckin crew
Motherfuckers who diss me, Motherfuck you
I'm raw as a motherfucker, Stand tall as a motherfucker
Punks is a motherfucker, Pop trunks on these motherfuckers
Niggaz is wrong as a motherfucker, Wont get a motherfuckin' thing
Trip of this motherfuckin' heat we bring
Motherfucker

[Chorus]
[Benjilino]
Somebody gonna die tonight
Get all of my niggaz, time to ride tonight
Disrespect a killa and them bullets gonna fly tonight
A nigga gonna die tonight
Somebody gonna die tonight
Get all of my niggaz, time to ride tonight
Disrespect a killa and them bullets gonna fly tonight
A nigga gonna die tonight

[Verse 2]
[Fatal Hussien]
I was raised up to blaze bang blicks
Hussien gets pissed if flames spit
Watch how pretty the pain get
Nigga, High til I die, Burry me a G
I'm strapped, A made nigga never worry me, I'm free
This is stricly for my niggaz now
Bless the dead, You know life goes on, We pour out a lil' liquor now
All these niggaz is hoes, And they wanna be Pacs
But I'm puttin' presure up on 'em when they under these glocks
And these pussies are panicked, To get frantic, Cause me and Yuk here
Somebody gonna die, Not me, Nigga I'm stuck here
Rap related, Criminally activated and evil
I wouldn't want to be you behind my fuckin' Desert Eagle
Complete most early on the streets of the east coast
Young guns fire, And niggaz bleed smoke
Addicted to livin' like a fuckin' felon
While beefin with rookie cops, For the cookie rocks niggaz sellin'
I'm an Outlaw

[Chorus]
[Benjilino]
Somebody gonna die tonight
Get all of my niggaz, time to ride tonight
Disrespect a killa and them bullets gonna fly tonight
A nigga gonna die tonight
Somebody gonna die tonight
Get all of my niggaz, time to ride tonight
Disrespect a killa and them bullets gonna fly tonight
A nigga gonna die tonight

[Verse 3]
[The Realest]
You see our adversaries crumble when we rumble with sick catasrophy
Fuck all these niggaz, It's the West in me
Thats why I gotta keep a vest with me, And I'mma ride 'til I rest in peace
[Yukmouth]
Makaveli rest in peace, All these wannabe's like Master P
All these niggaz screamin' blastephemy
You aint Pac nigga, Tatted up in them magazines
Bandanna'ed up in them magazines
You aint Pac, Fuck Percy
I put him in a hearst where the dirt be
I'm blood thristy, 42 shots like James Worthy
These lames in the game aint worthy to touch meals, Ya heard me
I bust 30 in your P. Miller ?? jersey
The Dirty Dirty is better off without you
Double X-L (XXL) doubt you, Wrote a fucked up ad about you
Cause you wack as fuck, You need to let ya kids bust
Quit fuckin' off ya brothers careers and give that shit up
Mini me nigga wanna be somebody else
Rappin' like ya Tupac, Can't be yaself
That'll get you shot, Better be somebody else
Everybody on No Limit sound like somebody else
You got a nigga that sound like Dru (Down), A nigga like Mystikal
A white boy like Eminem, The bitin' is critical
Ya son wanna be Bow Wow, The shit is pitiful
What a bitch nigga would do for a hundred mil' or two
Fuck off his niggaz too, Cali aint feelin' you
I bet C-Murder locked up thinkin' bout killin' you
Nigga, Rap-A-Lot Mafia we get the scrilla too
Roll with a thousand niggaz too, You bitin' ass nigga you

[Chorus]
[Benjilino]
Somebody gonna die tonight
Get all of my niggaz, time to ride tonight
Disrespect a killa and them bullets gonna fly tonight
A nigga gonna die tonight

(feat. Ampichino, Devin)

[Yukmouth]
A motherfuckin (deezless) ? Production ya dig, they love ya boy
Yukmouth, Devin, Ampichino, what?
They love ya boy
Yeah, Rap-a-Lot mafia, nigga
Oakland to Akron to the motherfuckin PA
They love us boy, feel me?
And free pimps see, nigga

[Ampichino]
Ampichino (cuz we love ya boy)
They love ya boy cuz I blow big dro
In Acapulco or Cancun wit six hoes
In a Pocanos blowin dro smoke through my nose
Cockin' a fo' fo', my eyes half closed
I'm duckin these tramp hoes
In KC gettin' bigga figgas like JT
In a Mercedes, in Houston, compin' some lady
In a H2 sippin' on Grey Goose and grapefruit
Smoken on catpiss ready for war like Beirut
Ampichino still be duckin the law
We got big blocks of raw
Ya'll got little rocks like Arkansas
Akron, Cleveland, Cincinnati
Brooklyn, the Bronx, New York, out to Cali
Oakland, Compton, my niggaz in Frisco
Vallejo, Sacramento, Fresno to Fillmore
Futuristic like Elroy, watchin' these decoys
I know deep boys, got street lords in Detroit

[Chorus]
St. Louis to Compton (they love ya boy)
Houston to Austin (they love ya boy)
NY and Boston (they love ya boy)
Cuz every city that I go I be thuggin boy
Portland to Oakland (they love ya boy)
Akron to Cleveland (they love ya boy)
KC to [?] (they love ya boy)
Cuz everycity that I go I be thuggin boy

[Yukmouth]
Yeah, Yuk a international star, what I pass fo'
Just like Atlanta, bitch, get ya anything ya ask fo'
Jags off the flo'
Navigation in the dash bo'
Spreewheels keep spinnin' like a cassette when it fast fo'
Nigga back and forth like Aaliyah
Call me the overseer
One night in Australia, 2 pounds of reefer
I tote around the heata, the fo' fiva
Shows in Costa Rica, I blow speakas
Stuntastic [?]
You not a crook I rock jewels to make ya woman look
In Amsterdam smoken purple cush and [?]
In Switzerland they call me swisher man
I twist a swisher quicker then the flick of a nigga hand
Get the picture man?
Yukmouth I bring that bay thing back
I got fans from Russia to London wit regime tats
Vice lords and disciples, they love ya boy
And gang bangers never ever blame cuz ya boy

[Chorus]
From LA to PA (they love ya boy)
MIA to VA (they love ya boy)
From Atlanta to Nevada (they love ya boy)
Cuz every city that I go I be thuggin boy
Amsterdam to DC (they love ya boy)
To Japan to Sydney (they love ya boy)
Through Chi-town to Sac-town (they love ya boy)
Cuz every city that I go I be thuggin boy

[Devin]
I just left Kentucky where they love me up in Louisville
They know I'ma come back here cuz they know the dude be real
Of course DC knows the deal
I like to go go to the [?] and chill
Niggaz from everywhere tryin to do what I did
Runnin' up askin "yo, yo who is that kid?"
See me up in Denver, the Colorado Springs
Where the air is fresh and it helps me when I sing
Yo...Da...Lay... Eeh...Whoo
Got a pussy and a titty or two?
For ya boy, yep yep the travelin' man
No pressure on you nigga
See I'll a snap if I can
And off to another state
Hurry up and clean my nuts bitch, a brotha late
Call up my niggaz and tell 'em I made it safe up over herre
Nigga, you in Dallas?
Nah I'm in Missouri
Oh, over therre...

[Chorus]
St. Louis to Compton (they love ya boy)
Houston to Austin (they love ya boy)
NY and Boston (they love ya boy)
Cuz every city that I go I be thuggin boy
Portland to Oakland (they love ya boy)
Akron to Cleveland (they love ya boy)
KC to [?] (they love ya boy)
Cuz everycity that I go I be thuggin boy

From LA to PA (they love ya boy)
MIA to VA (they love ya boy)
From Atlanta to Nevada (they love ya boy)
Cuz every city that I go I be thuggin boy
Amsterdam to DC (they love ya boy)
To Japan to Sydney (they love ya boy)
Through Chi-town to Sac-town (they love ya boy)
Cuz every city that I go I be thuggin boy

(feat. Aaron Hall)

[Yukmouth talking with Aaron Hall singing in backgroud]
Oh boy, Uh, Yea, Uh
I see some fly ladies in the house tonight
Uh, Yea, Me and my nigga A. Hall in this bitch
Hey my nigga we do the video we goin' straight to Brazil my nigga
Believe it

[Verse 1]
[Yukmouth]
You can tell its the summer
Girls in the Hummer
And the new Porsche, Boss Ballers, Tycoons
Swimming pool, Hoop course, Golf course
Miami beach house, Off shore
Hardcore, Sophmore, This album I floss more
Pull up in the Bentley Azure, Just me and A. Hall
Kidnap ya broad, Make her go awol
Real nasty broad who could swallow a eightball
Make a classy broad and model say I hate y'all
Or maybe because I date y'all, shake y'all
Replace y'all with a Daytona spring break broad
Real ballers pop Cris by the case dogg
Haters drink eggnog, Recognize like Nate Dogg
Shake Shake, Move ya body like a snake ma
Every night a hundred g's in ya face ma
Please believe me, Yuk and A. Hezzy
Get it crunk fa sheezy, Slut take it easy
Yea

[Chorus]
[Aaron Hall]
I gotta have ya body
Gotta have ya body
On and on and on an it go like
Anyway you want me to get you away
Your wish is my command, Baby
I gotta have ya body
Gotta have ya body
On and on and on an it go like
Anyway you want me to get you away
Your wish is my command, Baby

[Verse 2]
[Yukmouth and Aaron Hall]
We drinkin' Remy Martin, Mixed with Hypnotiq
All my alcholics, Incredible Hulk it
[Yukmouth]
I live it, I walk it, Talk it
Bad bitch in the cockpit of the Aston Martin
We got this, Hot chick with a body like a hourglass
Pokin' out the Frankie B. jeans, Matchin' Prada bag
I like girls with alot a ass
Long hair, Lotta class, She like dudes with alot a cash
Tiffany braclet, Mack makeup
I got the Raider throwback to match the black Jacob
Black fitted hat to match the Black Raider
The batch of playas, Snatch ya batch (bitch), Scratch ya Gator's
And leave with ya wifey of course
She of course never seen Gucci seats in a Porsche
And she got a hubby, But to me she divorced
Let my nigga Aaron sing the chorus
Bring it back, C'mon nigga

[Chorus]
[Aaron Hall]
I gotta have ya body
Gotta have ya body
On and on and on an it go like
Anyway you want me to get you away
Your wish is my command, Baby
I gotta have ya body
Gotta have ya body
On and on and on an it go like
Anyway you want me to get you away
Your wish is my command, Baby

[Verse 3]
[Aaron Hall]
We drinkin' Hypnotiq, Magnums in my pocket
Me and my man Yuk layin' low, You know we gotta rock it
From the US to Rio de Janerio
Layin' on the sand smokin' on some hydro
With the baddest hotties I's ever seen
Booty look good in the stylin' jeans
I don't care what nationality
Your wish is my command baby
I gotta have ya body
Yeaaa, Your wish is my command baby
I gotta have ya body
Heyyy, Your wish is my command baby

[Chorus: repeats until song ends]

(feat. C-Bo, The Thug Lordz)

[C-Bo]
C'mon niggaz
Yeah
The Thug Lordz in this bitch
Get up... salute nigga, 21 salute nigga holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
Niggaz that ride or die for their coast, nigga
Yeah, put ya head to the street
Put ya head to the street nigga, holla...holla
THUG... LORDZ!
Thug Lordz in this bitch
Regime niggaz
West Coast Mafia niggaz
Yeah, untouchable niggaz man
C'mon niggaz, C'mon niggaz. Ha.

[Verse 1: C-Bo]
Check, my uzi weigh a ton I hits 'em up an I run
I'm loco, I keep a guns caulked in the lo-lo
I'm King Tut of the hood
cuz everytime I drop a record dog
Shit I bring it to the gut of the hood
An I ain't never backed down, so don't test me dog
Cause I'm a nut, an keep a Smif-N-Wesson pressed in pause
all these faggot ass rappers keep yappin they jaws
Yeah they the shit cuz when they see me they just crap in they drawers
yeah that nigga 50 he hot, but I heard he's a snitch
And he ran up under that white boy, I heard he's a bitch
An I ain't seen him in the hood, no where in the Valley
No House of Blues, or Peanuts, he scared of them alleys
Heard he copped his rims and 'Big O' tires in the hood
Surrounded by police, wearin wires in the hood
Heard they ran him outta New York, and he's comin to Cali
No glocks and cigs, just lots of pigs
Eh nig, your rap career will not outlast Pac and Big's
Yeah you fuckin wit some kids that ain't scared of the bricks
You in there, four-fifth kick dead in the bricks
Thug Lordz'll have ya hit, split dead in a 6, c'mon

[Chorus: C-Bo]
THUG... LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a motherfucker ready for war
we'll never snitch
never flip
never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip they holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a motherfucker ready for war
we'll never snitch
never flip
never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip they holla..

[Verse 2: Yukmouth]
Yeah..
If the boss wants you dead, then it's off wit ya head
'specially a bitch nigga that talk to the feds
'specially a bitch nigga that walk wit the feds
to award shows cause niggaz bout to toss him some lead
You niggaz think the West coast is just Dre an Xzibit
They aiight, but pay attention Thug Lordz handle they business
We the realest from the Gardens to the Village
Make the hardest niggaz feel this
Make the sargent want to kill us
Regardless Godzilla will murda you nigga
I twist ya cap like a Slits malt liquor for that slick talk nigga
If ya nigga gang bang, don't crip walk nigga
Wearin a big chain will get ya ripped off quicka
We the only Thug Lordz bitch
After all big faces like Mount Rushmore, you don't want war bitch
That'll get you pistol whipped an extorted
You lucky I wasn't on Face shit, I woulda destroyed it
You better run like Forrest Gump in Air Forces
Cause our guns look like torches, bustin from drop Porsches
Or the drop Ferrari, hotter than a hot tamale
The T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D'z holla..

[Chorus]
THUG LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a motherfucker ready for war
we'll never snitch
never flip
never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip they holla..
THUG LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a motherfucker ready for war
we'll never snitch
never flip
never quit my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip they holla (they holla)

[No lyrics]

(feat. Bun-B, E-Roc)

[Hook]
I hit the club with a crew of niggaz
What it do nigga, what it do nigga
You wanna fight, I wanna shoot a nigga
What it do nigga, what it do nigga
You disrespect me I'ma bruise a nigga
What it do nigga, what it do nigga
Think I'm a punk, come and prove it nigga
What it do nigga, what it do nigga

[Bridge]
Fuck a hoe nigga, fuck a hoe nigga
Fuck a hoe nigga, fuck a hoe nigga
Fuck a bitch nigga, fuck a bitch nigga
Fuck a bitch nigga, fuck a bitch nigga

[E-Roc]
Fall in the club crunk, drunk and I'm feeling good
Bouncin and throwin bows, clownin and reppin the hood
Start somethin boy I wish a muh fucka would
Run up on me, I'ma show you it ain't all good
Nigga we stay crunk in the club
Remy and Hpnotiq keep us drunk in the club
9 milli's and 40 cal's tucked in the club
E-Roc don't give a fuck, I will bust in the club
What it do, I will murder you chumps
You feeling like "Kriss Kross" then bitch nigga "Jump"
Uhh, left hook, right cross gone drop ya
All upside yo head with Champagne and Heinekin bottles
What it do my nigga we can thug it out
Mac 11's, AK's we can slug it out
I give a fuck about a bitch nigga and his crew
Let's tear the club up bitch nigga what it do

[Hook]

[Yukmouth]
What it do, bitch..
6-5 Villa, 6-9 Villa, bonified killas
We supply the villas, West side nigga
Recognize the reala, I'd die for my scrilla, surprise niggaz!
I let the led bust, niggaz step yo bread up
Talk shit til I'm fed up and get yo fuckin head bust
They throwin elbows dog I'm throwin bottles at em
My nigga just got parolled, I threw a model at em
Beef? I holla at em, with semi automatic weapons
Fuck what you stressin, get lit up wit AK 47's
I "Ryde or Die" like "Swizz Beatz"
So miss with the bullshit, all these bullets gone turn yo ass to swiss cheese
Don't check me nigga check yo bitch
I hit niggaz with bar stools like a western flick
Test the click and get whooped on, look at me worng and get hooked on
The Art of War, I read the book on

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Bun-B]
Alright you punk pussy ass niggaz get the fuck up out my way
I've been havin a bad year, fuck havin a bad day
They gave my right hand 8, the mutha fuckin state
My team is fallin off so now these niggaz wanna hate
I can see it in they eyes, I hear it in they songs
They just frontin like some pea cocks, too god damn long
For the record let me say it, so hoe don't get it crossed
Tryin to take the crown from the king, you gone take a fuckin loss
A V.I.P. nigga get in clubs through back do's
Strap in hand, I run up in the dance flo' and smack hoes
Pistol whip security, put hands on the owner
Kick the DJ in his face and slap his ass with a Corona
I dragged the bar tender cross the stage til he passed out
The first nigga touch me mayne I'm knockin his ass out
Say Yuk hold his right arm, E-Roc hold his left
Keep him up, don't let him fall, I'm bout to beat this bitch to death

[Hook]

[No lyrics]

[Hook]
Til the day that I die do it B.I.
Since I was born I was taught to keep it P.I.
I'm that nigga thugged out in the V.I.
And I've been slangin major "D" since I was knee high [x2]

[Verse 1]
When you was break dancin and back spinnin on ya nolium
My niggaz wrap a thousand grams with patrolium
Jelly like like Belly, it ain't shit that you can tell me
Once you trapped in the belly of the beast
With niggaz waitin on the commissary
Locked in solitary confinement, no more grindin, wifey pondin diamonds
I'm a frontline soldier like a lineman
Guns firin', sirens, that's all in my enviroment
Gangstas, pimps, thugs, that's all in my enviroment
Niggaz that's slung drugs with no thoughts of retirement
Ballin, timin, grindin, that's all in my enviroment
Expirement, when I blaze you up fuck the firemen
Call the coroner, set up shop on the corner
With rocks and marijauna, make it hot as a sauna
It's just another day in Oakland, California
I touch G's and never had a diploma, like that

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2]
When you was learnin how to boogaloo and pop lock
I was baggin opium and bloons at the hop spot
And slangin double ups to goons at the rock spot
We got the block locked, and give a fuck if the cops watch
This chop chop and turn ya car into a drop top
Just like a chop shop, blak blak, make a cop drop
Keep ya mouth shut, our neighbors don't talk to cops about us
They know we'll come and shoot they fuckin house up
Rock ya ounce up, with ya little arm and hammer
I'm breakin pounds up, with jack knifes and sledge hammers
Some of my niggaz in the feds locked up in the slammer
Some of my niggaz got bread then headed for Atlanta
My family put the murder game down like Alpo
I hate my algebra class but still love to count dough
Niggaz is breakin like turbo and o-zone
I was pushin O's on the block until the dope gone

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]
When you was spinnin techniques learnin DJ shit
I was tryin to touch and hundred ki's like Freeway Rick
I was rollin with a mossberg like DJ Quik
Out here the Feds and the D.A. hit over he say shit
The block hot like a heatwave hit
But I'ma bubble on the low just like Freeway shit
I'ma follow all the codes, never be a snitch
Just concentrate on this "D" I whip and this "V" I flip
I stay Fila'd down in mobsta suits
If you talk to cops I shoot, let the choppa loose
Rest in Peace to Tupac and Big Poppa too
I never boogaloo like shaba do, I'm a mobsta, dude

[Hook x2]

ey, man
you know I'm datin a model chick, right
man, I think I love her, man
I mean, she's so fuckin beautiful, man
I've seen her on the videos and shit
I've seen all the ads and shit, man
she independant, she got her own condo and car
I think I'mma mary this bitch, man
for real

[Yukmouth]
you got that model chick, gucci bag
I've seen her in that new ad with that huge azz
I've seen her in the video with that new Jag
with that new rappin platinum nigga that blue cast
on her cute azz
you never thought your bitch would fuck that rapper in his new pack
true that, but then you love her with your cool azz
and you always let it slide when she do bad
you never knew that this bitch had like eight niggaz
on her side, and she break and she shake niggaz
to get by, she get the baller, the athlete
the model, the actor, director, the agent, producer, the rapper
and other niggaz like you that keep her die for you
you get wrapped around the finger
you let the bitch smack ya
a nigga need to pimp slap ya
wake the fuck up and quick and look like a sucka

[Yukmouth chorus]
the model chicks is the shit to me (you can't be serious
I married her and Let her live with free (get the fuck outta here)
but on the lo she suckin dick for cheese (for real)
let me caught up in the beauty, oh no
the model chicks is the shit to me (no he didn't)
I married her and Let her live with free (dude, you crazy)
she fuckin stars at the V.I.P.
let me caught up in the beauty, oh no

[Yukmouth]
she let the director sex her
told her he put her in the movie but this juice used her as an extra
she let the producer seduce her
told her he gon put an album together and sell more than Luther
she let the athlete hit it
and when the play-offs game that bitch got the floor-seat tickets
she let the actor, fuck her in the trailor
later he dates a bitch gettin for some paper
she let the rapper attacks her with a braids and glasses
she fuck 'em for the backstage passes
she let the club owner bone her
V.I.P. sippin mo mosis'
no more Corona now
she fucked the model cuz she liked his muscles (liked his muscles)
she fucked the baller cuz she liked his hussles (liked his hussles)
she fucked 'em all cuz she like to bubble (like to bubble)
but fuck a broke nigga
life's a struggle
cheers

[Yukmouth chorus]
the model chicks is the shit to me (you can't be serious)
I married her and Live with free (get the fuck outta here)
but on the lo she suckin dick for cheese (for real)
let me caught up in the beauty, oh no
the model chicks is the shit to me (no he didn't)
I married her and with free (dude, you crazy)
she fuckin stars at the V.I.P. (for real)
let me caught up in the beauty, oh no

(feat. Trae, Z-Ro)

[Hook: Tonya]
Its hard tymez...its hard tymez...its hard tymez
Its hard tymez...its hard tymez...these hard tymez

[Z-Ro]
My people get crushed on by poverty, got lives that scarred
Single mother selling her body, nigga times are hard
Wheres the Lord when I need a blessing
Devil's be after me supply your child with a weapon
My nigga ran up in a bank, sixty seconds for a lifetime bid
And I don't get ???, now he selfish just for trying to feed his kid
I'm living for mo', lead us out of slavery
Revolution is coming but for now we waiting patiently
Started out fiending to eat and starving together
So when we crumble, survive of this place start robbing each other
We got 'jects and those that eject, and those that die
Refuse to come up out their shit so now they close they eyes
Ask my nilla servin milla at that mexican joe
Muthafuckers ran up with AK's straight letting em go
We tried to walk straight and narrow but we end up going to jail
For selling drugs, no wonder my people out here smelling blood

[Hook]

[Trae]
These hard times really be crazy and I don't want to lose it
But the reality got the pistol b, and I feel like I abused it
Till the banks peeping through cracks hoping I see the light
So every night I praying to God, I'm beggin he make me right
True 'nuff, we gotta be our own man dying ain't part of my plan
I've been broke all through my life so struggling and new to me man
I lost family after family, sittin lonely in my zone
The only way I express myself is when I'm doing these songs
I throw the drugs I prefer to face ??? with my pain
I stay in my lane but appeal to people I'm doing the same
My brother Deeky in the pen facing three with a L
The only thing that he ever see was penitentiary cell
Through all my niggaz pass, even Big Mello too
To Mafio to Screw Up Click, we gotta ride for you
Cause these be hard times, deep down I be scarred times
I want to cry but then I can't 'cause it be bar time

[Hook]

[Yukmouth]
We got evicted so its crunch time
See me and my little sister earning free brick cheese in the lunch line
Now I'm running from one time under the sunshine
With one nine, stick to my hustle stay on my grind
With the fine mind, body, and soul
God placed my feet on solid ground, all ten toes
Like the deeper than each holes in the benz-o, it's more like a trap
To see how far you could get without getting blowed off the map
Get stabbed in the back, getting blast with a gat
In this ghetto and havoc thats when they move slabs of crack
My parents both died, how to handle that
We light candles and cry wish we had them back
Sometimes I want to commit suicide blaze the steel
My father died from having HIV, AIDS is real
Lord forgive us 'cause we hustle just to pay the bills
Struggled in the projects never stayed in the hills...hard times

[Hook x2]