Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Live Yo Life (feat. Dru Down), artist - The Luniz. Date of issue: 02.08.2015
Song language: English
Live Yo Life (feat. Dru Down) |
| Pass it! |
| (Ahhh) |
| It’s yo life |
| It’s yo life |
| It’s yo life |
| Ballin, hit the scene |
| Chorus *(Luniz, Dru Down)* |
| Get yo grind on man |
| (Get yo grind on) |
| Get yo scrilla on |
| (The scrilla, scratch, paper) |
| Verse 1 *(Numskull)* |
| I won’t let it phase me |
| This the game mayne |
| An this is my domain |
| Make a couple of bomb |
| Shit this ain’t the same |
| Now I’mma send this repetension |
| I’m supposed to have G’s |
| So, all eyes is on me |
| I see this rap shit ain’t brought me nathin |
| But a 50 couple of mo hoes |
| And major playa hatin |
| A nigga can’t win for losin |
| I’m might be choosin the wrong thang to do |
| But I’m hustlin the same thing as you |
| Nigga I came to the Town already |
| The Town still takin, now I gotta deal wit ya’ll bitch niggas hatin |
| Fuck that |
| Hit me if ya wanna |
| Mini 14 got ya greedy in the corner |
| Wanna see me? |
| You know where I hang |
| Where I used to slang caine |
| An got my first case for a thang-thang |
| About keepin shit real |
| This it nigga |
| Get yo mail on |
| Stay away from all this bitch shit |
| I don’t wanna kill nobody (nobody) |
| But off the hook |
| I guess broke niggas make the best crooks (like you) |
| I got a question |
| Serious as thee |
| Why’s everybody always hatin on me? |
| Chorus *(Luniz, Dru Down) |
| Get yo grind on man |
| (I'm the pusha, pusha man.) |
| Get yo scrilla on |
| (The scrilla, scratch, paper nigga.) |
| Get yo pimp on man |
| (I keeps the pimpin fa real though.) |
| Get yo scrilla on |
| (I need my money right now bitch.) |
| Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)* |
| West coastin |
| Pacific Ocean |
| Niggas in Oakland |
| Cut close to sellin dope an high |
| Smokin until a nigga stop chokin |
| Get broken off |
| For tryin to spit a razor blade out |
| Then whip the gage out |
| An blow him rib cage out |
| I got my fetti |
| Hit up Casino’s like Joe Pesci |
| The get away ridin a jet skit |
| I’m double 0−7, Golden Eye |
| Gold mouth, golden finga |
| Ass out while I’m holdin Nina |
| I remember when I used to sell dope |
| Makin 20 off a Note |
| Task smash an grab a nigga by the throat |
| But I swallowed it |
| An you can spit it out |
| When they split I be the first nigga that try to shit it out |
| Now I’m on some mo' |
| Rolex |
| Moet |
| X-O |
| Mo sex than the next ho |
| Tote Tech’s when we rollin (skee skirt) |
| It’s the creamery |
| Hit the scenery |
| So cleanery |
| On chrome eighteens rollin the greenery |
| Verse 3 *(Numskull)* |
| I hate you |
| And you hate me |
| To slang I-C-E |
| But I see me |
| Bubblin mo than thee |
| To be or not to be |
| (That's the question) |
| Like Shakespeare |
| You interrupt my struggle and I make fear |
| Verse 4 *(Yukmouth)* |
| Stayed on the West Coast |
| The best coast |
| Still yo ass full of guest coast |
| Bitches! |
| Get yo neck choked |
| Niggas! |
| Get yo chest smoked |
| Same thing for nay fiends |
| These nay fiends |
| Ho want bankin |
| Thankin they bitch ass cuz it’s stankin |
| Verse 5 *(Numskull)* |
| I’m stankin like X-O |
| Staggering my whole life through me |
| I’m headed to the west like Fievel |
| I know where I’m supposed to be like compass' |
| No matter where the fuck you from |
| Yo bitch is bumpin this |
| Verse 6 *(Yukmouth)* |
| Nigga I got that A-1 Yola or K! |
| Straight margerin |
| Niggas be starvin in the drought |
| Puttin fo sale signs on they cars an house |
| Yukmouth about that scrilla, scratchola |
| Stackola on the up an up |
| I can’t be fuckin up |
| Nigga get yo scrilla on nigga! |
| (Biatch!) |
| Luniz and mutha fuckin Dru Down, you know |
| (EASTSIDE!!) |
| Steady grindin |
| (The Vill in this mutha fucka!) |
| Yeah that’s how we keep sellin these mutha fuckin records you know |
| (Biatch!) |
| Keepin the scrilla, keep the pimpin up to, ah. |
| me?! |