| Posted up in the cut
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| To make a buck I had to sell nuff drugs
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| Showed up, an rolled up, bubbled wit tough thugs that love to bust slugs
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| I had much love, from dope fiends
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| Plug 'em wit mo cream, my dangla
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| Used to sport Wranglers wit Pro Wings
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| Fa sho green-ery stacked up, that macked up
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| Quick to put the gat up an blast on niggas that act up
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| Snatched the scratch up, quick hit the back fence loc
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| I been broke, rollin through yo mutha fuckin hood in trench coats
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| Wit double barrels get yo narrow ass on the ground
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| I’m not play, I don’t play though
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| I’m out to get yo pay roll
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| Say ho, you get yo monkey ass stomped wit the steel toe
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| Fucked in the game like a dildo
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| From the Vill ho
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| To the mutha fuckin Fil-Mo fo real though
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| None can get wit this sick wit it man slaughter
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| Practice lookin harder than 40 Water
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| Niggas all over claimin they foldin weight
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| I caught yo slippin, rippin that duct tape over yo face an off the
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| Golden Gate
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| Let go, I’m down to break jaws when I takes all’s
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| Yo cash, blast that ass won’t last fo one mo day like Nate Dog
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| Break laws
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| Leathal weapon like Danny
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| Slangin candy
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| Livin lavish about my cabbage understands me
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| Can’t slang cream, can’t lay low
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| Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
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| It ain’t me fuck gettin fronted
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| (Gaffled an licks I done it, that’s why a nigga always gets blunted.)
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| Can’t slang cream, can’t lay low
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| Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
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| It ain’t me fuck gettin fronted
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| (Gaffled an licks I done it, that’s why a nigga always gets blunted.)
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| I see what you see, but you don’t see what I see
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| Mill an zips come up the whole grip like Kadafi
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| 20 years of age, waitin fo the say someone say cap me
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| A whole line of felonies on my rap sheet
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| Any means to make loot in the East Oakland Bay route
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| It’s all about makin mail fuck bein cute (whoo)
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| That’s the sound when it’s time to lay down my hustle
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| Why there’s so many bubbles, I choose to throw rocks like Barney Rubble
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| Can’t lie back, wit a gang of top scratch
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| I gots to move on, an scoot on
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| Now mutha fucka can you buy that?
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| Lay low make no mistakes, make it successful
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| An if a nigga run up then make his chest full
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| I toss niggas that try to struggle off me
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| Cross me
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| A gang of jelousy because I’m saucy
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| It’s not my fault that I grew to become a licksta
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| Instead I say moms meetin pops was a mix up
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| Pick up
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| Hennessy got my brain runnin quicka than I can think
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| Adrenaline pumpin about to faint
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| Ain’t no shame
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| Can’t be no 9 to 5 nigga
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| The «O» is where I’m from, so I gots to survive nigga
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| Can’t slang cream, can’t lay low
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| Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
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| It ain’t me fuck gettin fronted
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| (Gaffled an licks I done it, that’s why a nigga always gets blunted.)
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| Can’t slang cream, can’t lay low
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| Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
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| It ain’t me fuck gettin fronted
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| (Gaffled an licks I done it, that’s why a nigga always gets blunted.)
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| Nigga notice I’m broke wit a loaded four-fifth gat
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| The real nigga rolled an showed us where you hide yo doe an shit at
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| He did juss that, showed me where the kicks at
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| An big scratch told Knum to come nigga lets get that
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| Yuk pull over
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| Park the Nova
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| Tonight’s the night, so I hope you write about the yola
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| I hold the Mag, lookin for the attack
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| Search the whole fuckin crib cuz I know he got scratch
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| Creep up the mutha fuckin stairs wit the ski mask
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| On the second floor in the drawer there should be cash
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| But we laugh
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| Cuz we see task cars right next door
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| But we poor, no budget fuck it, so kick down the door
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| Boom kick it once
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| Boom kick it twice
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| Three times it’s breakin an have the fuckin building shakin
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| Make our way through the house nothin less nothin more
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| (where the kicks at!!!)
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| I think they in the third drawer
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| There’s more
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| An that’s a fa sho-sho I got the doe, now we up out the door
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| Before the neighbors call po-po
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| To the mobile, to count the real deal bank roll
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| In my sock, I rub daily cuz it’s scratchin my ankle
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| It’s morn-ing
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| We unleash to the streets
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| Wit 12 g’s a piece
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| Headed straight to the East
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| Better recognize this game is bought to be sold
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| That’s why I pull licks fo some paper to fold
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| Can’t slang cream, can’t lay low
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| Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
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| It ain’t me fuck gettin fronted
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| (Gaffled an licks I done it, that’s why a nigga always gets blunted.)
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| Can’t slang cream, can’t lay low
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| Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
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| It ain’t me fuck gettin fronted
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| (Gaffled an licks I done it, that’s why a nigga always gets blunted.)
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| BIA-TCH! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Operation Stackola , by - Luniz. Song from the album Operation Stackola, in the genre Поп