| It really hasn’t been brought up too clearly
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| The Luniz and Too $hort everything has been squashed
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| Yeah we want everybody to know, that it’s, you know
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| The Oaktown ain’t about this
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| The media hypes up things when they’re wrong
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| But doesn’t give enough praise when everything is going good
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| We should just do a cut
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| Don’t even mention no beef or nothing
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| Just drop it on 'em
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| You know it’s politics, that made it sound like that
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| But it’s all unified you see it’s all Jesus
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| BITCH! |
| BITCH! |
| BITCH! |
| BITCH! |
| BITCH!
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| Man what’s it all about?
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| Ain’t about shit
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| Nigga call me up talking about man it’s on
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| Your niggas fucking wit my niggas an it’s on
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| Nigga what we fronting for?
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| If it ain’t about this money
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| Ain’t about this life an death nigga, shit
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| What’s really going on?
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| Jumped all in a nigga’s face front him on the spot
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| Don’t cross the game unless ya wanna get shot
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| But who made the rules, do you recall?
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| Who’s the judge when it comes to this street law?
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| Is it me? |
| You? |
| Or is it my crew?
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| My niggas get down, your niggas do too
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| Motherfuckers try to tell me don’t fuck my life
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| Cause ain’t nuthin' nice, ya gotta pay the price
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| You know them dudes, walking in them same shoes
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| It’s brand new to you, but the game is used
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| I got it from them old niggas, they so cool
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| Now we just roll through, all the hoes know who
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| Ballin' in town, don’t front, it’s too little
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| Fake ass niggas get punked for your vittles
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| So what’s it all about? |
| Think about it later
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| To all you real gangsters, and all you perpetrators
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| You’ve got me funkin' (funkin')
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| Over nuthin' man (funkin mayne)
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| Why ya wanna funk with me?
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| (Niggas funk over shit!)
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| (Speak on it boy!)
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| Uh
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| Sometimes you step in some shit you can’t get out of
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| Niggas who talk hella shit is who I’m quick to sock the shit out of
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| Sniff powder, with all your hoes off my door
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| Got em froze like Poconos, you’re spendin all your dough
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| On the average-ass, stanky ass, run a gank-ass
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| Fuck everybody fast, just an Oakland-ass hoe
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| Now I know why niggas wanna knock you out like Glass Joe
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| All that playa hatin' shit ain’t asked for
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| You must got problems wit niggas makin they cash flow
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| You gaffled your motherfucking youngsters
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| So go with your old ass flow, I gots to have jaw-jacked hoe
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| Cuz some of niggas wonder why us playas do this
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| On the under, caught up in some shit I didn’t have nuthin to do with
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| The truth is, you know my funk is through
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| So ride for a nigga if that nigga ain’t gonna do shit
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| You wanna be ass pimp
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| Getting your ass whipped is like an every year event, bitch
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| Dig it
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| I’m too motherfuckin much for myself
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| So funkin' with niggas close to home is somethin' else
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| If you ain’t gonna blow a nigga head off, then that’s the end it
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| Concentrate on makin' mail and start spendin
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| Now this is where my do it for myself begins
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| Cause in '97 I ain’t makin no new mutha fuckin friends
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| Now I got no enemies, I hold no grudges
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| From now on I’m overseeing my own budget (For real!)
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| We all did our dirt nigga, but now that’s all forgiven
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| Chris, you my nigga til the ending, and
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| I started wit Dru (me too!) I started with Yuk (Smoke-A-Lot)
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| You’re all hangin with me, so I gives a fuck
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| Nummy-Num gone go ahead and drink his self to death
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| Nigga you wanna chop it up wit me, go through death yourself
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| I ain’t tryin to hear nuthin', instead of throwin away skrillion, nigga
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| I’d rather be fuckin, uh
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| I signed my name on the dotted line, niggas know I did it first
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| But when you first, you know you get it worse
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| I suck the game up, I try to pass it on
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| Niggas from the Bay, gettin' they cash on
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| From Frisco, to Vallejo
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| To the Big O, fuck that yayo
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| Hundred thousand units make a nigga half a million dollars
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| If you sittin' on a grip, I have to holla at you later
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| You can get rich in a minute
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| Two words: Distribution, Independent
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| Make an accapella you can hear every word
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| I spit this game you never ever heard
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| You know how you be quick to pop niggas
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| These record companies be quick to rob niggas
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| I say «$hort Dogg» and now they pay me
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| Don’t pay these youngsters and watch 'em get crazy
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| Fuck around and run up in your shit
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| Yeah, that’s the new thing going baby
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| We runnin' up in record companies
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| Writin' our own motherfucking checks
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| Sign on the dotted line nigga
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| What you really gettin'? |
| What’s really going on?
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| Watch out
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| Niggas in the town about to unite
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| We going nationwide
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| Oakland style, bitch!
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| Oh you really thought that wasn’t gonna happen?
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| Shit
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| Come on now |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Funkin Over Nuthin , by - Yukmouth. Song from the album 18k - The Golden Era: Disc 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп