Lyrics My Buddy - Yukmouth, Kurupt, Numskull

My Buddy

Me and you
and you know that
Me and you
Who can fade it, two assassins 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 niggaz for green
Its 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 bitches, on a boat for sweden
See when Im yellin
International help me No colorlines on my Ugly and fine
You can sell me Im glad folks think the same way as I do
Cause I stab bitches 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
I spin mayor loot and khaki suits
Nikes and cripsacks,
Wetsuits and leather boots
I block niggaz twice with thighs
Buck with a .45
Make you open while you blast at the parking lot
What you speakin on Wanna go through it Drink a lot, made from fluid
Scrump bitch, dont you hear the music
My buddy, daz dilly and numskull
You will be thanked
With youre petty pang petty
Chorus: repeat 2x
To all my niggaz.
and all my bitches
Throw your motherfuckin hands in the air
And if you dont give a fuck
Like we dont give a fuck then
Throw your motherfuckin hood up in the air
Check it out
No bitch ass niggaz, no funny ass hoes
Dogg pound gangstas drippin in low-lows
You aint all about the homies
You besta check the fault
Pencils, playin niggaz in the crowd style
Thinkin bout the row outta town
With the heater cock bust a million rounds
Dogg pound internationals breakin off fools
While the dock can bust
The facility touch
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 motherfuckin crown
Turn this ifs into pounds
Dogg pound live around,
Niggas hittin the ground
Fuck around and get shot up I tear shit up You can ask puff
Lil cease, mary j.
b.
and jodeci
About that nigga yuk
Means the hardcore
Got kicked off tour
For piss marking on the hotel floor
G riders, we ride, dp ride
Get the mashin niggaz
Or the mat see automatic,
Get the blastin niggaz
Shakin nigga, bankin nigga
Quit the heater
Stop blankin niggaz
Im danked out
Surrounded by weed smoke
You see me and my niggas 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
Who did that, who shitted
Who spoke on the ghetto values,
Who supa-dupu flyyyyy
I catored to the pimps, players, hustlers and bastards
Why dont you meet me over in the o, homie
Cause when I get there,
The hoes will be all off on me
I know yall got a gang of bitches…
…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 shit
Daz and kurupt, numskull, yuk for shit bitch
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 nigga 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 mothafuckin heart out your chest
If you tested the best like david koresh
Get ready to be Reincarnated in the motherfuckin flesh
Yes yes