Operation Stackola Lyrics
| Song | Operation Stackola |
| Artist | Luniz |
| Album | Operation Stackola |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ellis, Husband, Johnson, Rich ... | |
| Verse 1 *(yukmouth)* | |
| Posted up in the cut | |
| To make a buck i had to sell nuff drugs | |
| Showed up, an rolled up, bubbled wit tough thugs that love to bust slugs | |
| I had much love, from dope fiends | |
| Plug 'em wit mo cream, my dangla | |
| Used to sport wranglers wit pro wings | |
| Fa sho green-ery stacked up, that macked up | |
| Quick to put the gat up an blast on niggaz that act up | |
| Snatched the scratch up, quick hit the back fence loc | |
| I been broke, rollin through yo mutha fuckin hood in trench coats | |
| Wit double barrels get yo narrow ass on the ground | |
| I'm not play, i don't play though | |
| I'm out to get yo pay roll | |
| Say hoe, you get yo monkey ass stomped wit the steel toe | |
| Fucked in the game like a dildo | |
| From the vill hoe | |
| To the mutha fuckin fil-mo fo real though | |
| None can get wit this sick wit it man slaughter | |
| Practice lookin harder than 40 water | |
| Niggaz all over claimin they foldin weight | |
| I caught yo slippin, rippin that duct tape over yo face an off the | |
| Golden gate | |
| Let go, i'm down to break jaws when i takes all's | |
| Yo cash, blast that ass won't last fo one mo day like nate dog | |
| Break laws | |
| Leathal weapon like danny | |
| Slangin candy | |
| Livin lavish about my cabbage understands me. | |
| *(chorus- knumskull)* x2 | |
| Can't slang cream, can't lay low | |
| Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold | |
| It ain't me fuck gettin fronted | |
| (gaffled an licks i done it, that's why a nigga always gets blunted.) | |
| Verse 2 *(knumskull)* | |
| I see what you see, but you don't see what i see | |
| Mill an zips come up the whole grip like kadafi | |
| 20 years of age, waitin fo the say someone say cap me | |
| A whole line of felonies on my rap sheet | |
| Any means to make loot in the east oakland bay route | |
| It's all about makin mail fuck bein cute (whoo) | |
| That's the sound when it's time to lay down my hustle | |
| Why there's so many bubbles, i choose to throw rocks like barney rubble | |
| Can't lie back, wit a gang of top scratch | |
| I gots to move on, an scoot on | |
| Now mutha fucka can you buy that? | |
| Lay low make no mistakes, make it successful | |
| An if a nigga run up then make his chest full | |
| I toss niggaz that try to struggle off me | |
| Cross me | |
| A gang of jelousy because i'm saucy | |
| It's not my fault that i grew to become a licksta | |
| Instead i say moms meetin pops was a mix up | |
| Pick up | |
| Hennessy got my brain runnin quicka than i can think | |
| Adrenaline pumpin about to faint | |
| Ain't no shame | |
| Can't be no 9 to 5 nigga | |
| The "o" is where i'm from, so i gots to survive nigga. | |
| *(chorus)* x2 | |
| Verse 3 *(yukmouth)* | |
| Nigga notice i'm broke wit a loaded four-fifth gat | |
| The real nigga rolled an showed us where you hide yo doe an shit at | |
| He did juss that, showed me where the kicks at | |
| An big scratch told knum to come nigga lets get that. | |
| Verse 4 *(knumskull)* | |
| Yuk pull over | |
| Park the nova | |
| Tonight's the night, so i hope you write about the yola | |
| I hold the mag, lookin for the attack | |
| Search the whole fuckin crib cuz i know he got scratch. | |
| Verse 5 *(yukmouth)* | |
| Creep up the mutha fuckin stairs wit the ski mask | |
| On the second floor in the drawer there should be cash | |
| But we laugh | |
| Cuz we see task cars right next door | |
| But we poor, no budget fuck it, so kick down the door. | |
| Verse 6 *(knumskull)* | |
| Boom kick it once | |
| Boom kick it twice | |
| Three times it's breakin an have the fuckin building shakin | |
| Make our way through the house nothin less nothin more | |
| (where the kicks at??!!) | |
| I think they in the third drawer. | |
| Verse 7 *(yukmouth)* | |
| There's more | |
| An that's a fa sho-sho i got the doe, now we up out the door | |
| Before the neighbors call po-po | |
| To the mobile, to count the real deal bank roll | |
| In my sock, i rub daily cuz it's scratchin my ankle. | |
| Verse 8 *(knumskull)* | |
| It's morn-ing | |
| We unleash to the streets | |
| Wit 12 g's a piece | |
| Headed straight to the east | |
| Better recognize this game is bought to be sold | |
| That's why i pull licks fo some paper to fold. | |
| *(chorus)* x2 | |
| Bia-tch!! |
| zuo ci : Ellis, Husband, Johnson, Rich ... | |
| Verse 1 yukmouth | |
| Posted up in the cut | |
| To make a buck i had to sell nuff drugs | |
| Showed up, an rolled up, bubbled wit tough thugs that love to bust slugs | |
| I had much love, from dope fiends | |
| Plug ' em wit mo cream, my dangla | |
| Used to sport wranglers wit pro wings | |
| Fa sho greenery stacked up, that macked up | |
| Quick to put the gat up an blast on niggaz that act up | |
| Snatched the scratch up, quick hit the back fence loc | |
| I been broke, rollin through yo mutha fuckin hood in trench coats | |
| Wit double barrels get yo narrow ass on the ground | |
| I' m not play, i don' t play though | |
| I' m out to get yo pay roll | |
| Say hoe, you get yo monkey ass stomped wit the steel toe | |
| Fucked in the game like a dildo | |
| From the vill hoe | |
| To the mutha fuckin filmo fo real though | |
| None can get wit this sick wit it man slaughter | |
| Practice lookin harder than 40 water | |
| Niggaz all over claimin they foldin weight | |
| I caught yo slippin, rippin that duct tape over yo face an off the | |
| Golden gate | |
| Let go, i' m down to break jaws when i takes all' s | |
| Yo cash, blast that ass won' t last fo one mo day like nate dog | |
| Break laws | |
| Leathal weapon like danny | |
| Slangin candy | |
| Livin lavish about my cabbage understands me. | |
| chorus knumskull x2 | |
| Can' t slang cream, can' t lay low | |
| Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold | |
| It ain' t me fuck gettin fronted | |
| gaffled an licks i done it, that' s why a nigga always gets blunted. | |
| Verse 2 knumskull | |
| I see what you see, but you don' t see what i see | |
| Mill an zips come up the whole grip like kadafi | |
| 20 years of age, waitin fo the say someone say cap me | |
| A whole line of felonies on my rap sheet | |
| Any means to make loot in the east oakland bay route | |
| It' s all about makin mail fuck bein cute whoo | |
| That' s the sound when it' s time to lay down my hustle | |
| Why there' s so many bubbles, i choose to throw rocks like barney rubble | |
| Can' t lie back, wit a gang of top scratch | |
| I gots to move on, an scoot on | |
| Now mutha fucka can you buy that? | |
| Lay low make no mistakes, make it successful | |
| An if a nigga run up then make his chest full | |
| I toss niggaz that try to struggle off me | |
| Cross me | |
| A gang of jelousy because i' m saucy | |
| It' s not my fault that i grew to become a licksta | |
| Instead i say moms meetin pops was a mix up | |
| Pick up | |
| Hennessy got my brain runnin quicka than i can think | |
| Adrenaline pumpin about to faint | |
| Ain' t no shame | |
| Can' t be no 9 to 5 nigga | |
| The " o" is where i' m from, so i gots to survive nigga. | |
| chorus x2 | |
| Verse 3 yukmouth | |
| Nigga notice i' m broke wit a loaded fourfifth gat | |
| The real nigga rolled an showed us where you hide yo doe an shit at | |
| He did juss that, showed me where the kicks at | |
| An big scratch told knum to come nigga lets get that. | |
| Verse 4 knumskull | |
| Yuk pull over | |
| Park the nova | |
| Tonight' s the night, so i hope you write about the yola | |
| I hold the mag, lookin for the attack | |
| Search the whole fuckin crib cuz i know he got scratch. | |
| Verse 5 yukmouth | |
| Creep up the mutha fuckin stairs wit the ski mask | |
| On the second floor in the drawer there should be cash | |
| But we laugh | |
| Cuz we see task cars right next door | |
| But we poor, no budget fuck it, so kick down the door. | |
| Verse 6 knumskull | |
| Boom kick it once | |
| Boom kick it twice | |
| Three times it' s breakin an have the fuckin building shakin | |
| Make our way through the house nothin less nothin more | |
| where the kicks at??!! | |
| I think they in the third drawer. | |
| Verse 7 yukmouth | |
| There' s more | |
| An that' s a fa shosho i got the doe, now we up out the door | |
| Before the neighbors call popo | |
| To the mobile, to count the real deal bank roll | |
| In my sock, i rub daily cuz it' s scratchin my ankle. | |
| Verse 8 knumskull | |
| It' s morning | |
| We unleash to the streets | |
| Wit 12 g' s a piece | |
| Headed straight to the east | |
| Better recognize this game is bought to be sold | |
| That' s why i pull licks fo some paper to fold. | |
| chorus x2 | |
| Biatch!! |
| zuò cí : Ellis, Husband, Johnson, Rich ... | |
| Verse 1 yukmouth | |
| Posted up in the cut | |
| To make a buck i had to sell nuff drugs | |
| Showed up, an rolled up, bubbled wit tough thugs that love to bust slugs | |
| I had much love, from dope fiends | |
| Plug ' em wit mo cream, my dangla | |
| Used to sport wranglers wit pro wings | |
| Fa sho greenery stacked up, that macked up | |
| Quick to put the gat up an blast on niggaz that act up | |
| Snatched the scratch up, quick hit the back fence loc | |
| I been broke, rollin through yo mutha fuckin hood in trench coats | |
| Wit double barrels get yo narrow ass on the ground | |
| I' m not play, i don' t play though | |
| I' m out to get yo pay roll | |
| Say hoe, you get yo monkey ass stomped wit the steel toe | |
| Fucked in the game like a dildo | |
| From the vill hoe | |
| To the mutha fuckin filmo fo real though | |
| None can get wit this sick wit it man slaughter | |
| Practice lookin harder than 40 water | |
| Niggaz all over claimin they foldin weight | |
| I caught yo slippin, rippin that duct tape over yo face an off the | |
| Golden gate | |
| Let go, i' m down to break jaws when i takes all' s | |
| Yo cash, blast that ass won' t last fo one mo day like nate dog | |
| Break laws | |
| Leathal weapon like danny | |
| Slangin candy | |
| Livin lavish about my cabbage understands me. | |
| chorus knumskull x2 | |
| Can' t slang cream, can' t lay low | |
| Quick to pull licks for some paper to fold | |
| It ain' t me fuck gettin fronted | |
| gaffled an licks i done it, that' s why a nigga always gets blunted. | |
| Verse 2 knumskull | |
| I see what you see, but you don' t see what i see | |
| Mill an zips come up the whole grip like kadafi | |
| 20 years of age, waitin fo the say someone say cap me | |
| A whole line of felonies on my rap sheet | |
| Any means to make loot in the east oakland bay route | |
| It' s all about makin mail fuck bein cute whoo | |
| That' s the sound when it' s time to lay down my hustle | |
| Why there' s so many bubbles, i choose to throw rocks like barney rubble | |
| Can' t lie back, wit a gang of top scratch | |
| I gots to move on, an scoot on | |
| Now mutha fucka can you buy that? | |
| Lay low make no mistakes, make it successful | |
| An if a nigga run up then make his chest full | |
| I toss niggaz that try to struggle off me | |
| Cross me | |
| A gang of jelousy because i' m saucy | |
| It' s not my fault that i grew to become a licksta | |
| Instead i say moms meetin pops was a mix up | |
| Pick up | |
| Hennessy got my brain runnin quicka than i can think | |
| Adrenaline pumpin about to faint | |
| Ain' t no shame | |
| Can' t be no 9 to 5 nigga | |
| The " o" is where i' m from, so i gots to survive nigga. | |
| chorus x2 | |
| Verse 3 yukmouth | |
| Nigga notice i' m broke wit a loaded fourfifth gat | |
| The real nigga rolled an showed us where you hide yo doe an shit at | |
| He did juss that, showed me where the kicks at | |
| An big scratch told knum to come nigga lets get that. | |
| Verse 4 knumskull | |
| Yuk pull over | |
| Park the nova | |
| Tonight' s the night, so i hope you write about the yola | |
| I hold the mag, lookin for the attack | |
| Search the whole fuckin crib cuz i know he got scratch. | |
| Verse 5 yukmouth | |
| Creep up the mutha fuckin stairs wit the ski mask | |
| On the second floor in the drawer there should be cash | |
| But we laugh | |
| Cuz we see task cars right next door | |
| But we poor, no budget fuck it, so kick down the door. | |
| Verse 6 knumskull | |
| Boom kick it once | |
| Boom kick it twice | |
| Three times it' s breakin an have the fuckin building shakin | |
| Make our way through the house nothin less nothin more | |
| where the kicks at??!! | |
| I think they in the third drawer. | |
| Verse 7 yukmouth | |
| There' s more | |
| An that' s a fa shosho i got the doe, now we up out the door | |
| Before the neighbors call popo | |
| To the mobile, to count the real deal bank roll | |
| In my sock, i rub daily cuz it' s scratchin my ankle. | |
| Verse 8 knumskull | |
| It' s morning | |
| We unleash to the streets | |
| Wit 12 g' s a piece | |
| Headed straight to the east | |
| Better recognize this game is bought to be sold | |
| That' s why i pull licks fo some paper to fold. | |
| chorus x2 | |
| Biatch!! |
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