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letra de my buddy - yukmouth

me and you

[daz] and you know that

me and you

[daz]
who can fade it, two -ss-ssins up on the mic
blastin’, askin’ no questions, when they catch you in a gunfight
kaboom! we still mash as a team
as we mash for our dreams,? hood n-gg-z for green
it’s dillinger, fulfillin, makin a low outta killin
pullin’ scandalous? fulfillin fantasy dreams
catch me on a costa rica, with an island full of weed
money and b-tches, on a boat for sweden

[numskull]
see when i’m yellin’
international help me
no colorlines on my
ugly and fine
you can sell me
i’m glad folks think the same way as i do
cause i stab b-tches way down in the bayou
would you make way for two mo’
fo’ blows, like you have hoes
stamp a nation wide through the ghetto
fore youngsters, hennesy sponsors
with fore youngsters on a
quarter of the map now i do

[daz]
i spin mayor loot and khaki suits
nike’s and cripsacks,
wetsuits and leather boots
i block n-gg-z twice with thighs
buck with a .45
make you open while you blast at the parking lot

[numskull]
what you speakin’ on
wanna go through it
drink a lot, made from fluid
scrump b-tch, don’t you hear the music
my buddy, daz dilly and numskull
you will be thanked
with you’re petty pang petty

chorus: repeat 2x

to all my n-gg-z. and all my b-tches
throw your motherf-ckin hands in the air
and if you don’t give a f-ck
like we don’t give a f-ck then
throw your motherf-ckin hood up in the air

[kurupt]
check it out
no b-tch -ss n-gg-z, no funny -ss hoes
dogg pound gangstas drippin’ in low-lows
you ain’t all about the homies
you besta check the fault
pencils, playin n-gg-z in the crowd style
thinkin bout the row outta town
with the heater c-ck bust a million rounds
dogg pound international’s breakin off fools
while the dock can bust
the facility touch

[yukmouth]
i laid this game down
jumped around and kissed myself like i was james brown
spin around and hit the splits on the ground
split your motherf-ckin crown
turn this ifs into pounds
dogg pound live around,
n-gg-s h-ttin’ the ground
f-ck around and get shot up
i tear sh-t up
you can ask puff
lil cease, mary j. b. and jodeci
about that n-gg- yuk
means the hardcore
got kicked off tour
for p-ss marking on the hotel floor

[kurupt]
g riders, we ride, dp ride
get the mashin n-gg-z
or the mat see automatic,
get the blastin n-gg-z
shakin n-gg-, bankin n-gg-
quit the heater
stop blankin n-gg-z

[yukmouth]
i’m danked out
surrounded by weed smoke
you see me and my n-gg-s in the club,
thugged up, suited in steet clothes
we roll, cut dough
cause weed so
on triple gold, see hoes
with weed with me and my amigo

chorus 2x

[knumbskull]
who did that, who sh-tted
who spoke on the ghetto values,
who supa-dupu flyyyyy
i catored to the pimps, players, hustlers and b-st-rds

[kurupt]
why don’t you meet me over in the o, homie
cause when i get there,
the hoes will be all off on me
i know y’all got a gang of b-tches…

[daz]
…ha, ha
and like fabulous thangs and livin’ life expensive
in nights machine dippin’
with a pocket full of c-notes
cruise the block with a 9 lookin’ for weed-o
and oh yeah, who got the gangsta sh-t
daz and kurupt, numskull, yuk for sh-t b-tch

[yukmouth]
known as your playa potna
slain ice cream fools and (?)
rockin hilfiger just like kadada
i walk around the house of rockwilder,
just like a mobster
the o-a-k bust and throw it away
hoop out the roof down in la
and then go aloof
opps! and make a n-gg- spooked
with a couple of screws loose
and find your homie
sweatin, buck naked locked up in a chicken coop
why?
livin that destory all arts
zark, and blast a homes
pull back and grab your mothaf-ckin heart out your chest
if you tested the best like david koresh
get ready to be
reincarnated in the motherf-ckin flesh
yes yes

chorus 2x

- yukmouth

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