Song | So Much Drama |
Artist | Luniz |
Album | Operation Stackola |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ellis, Husband, Terry-T. | |
Verse 1 *(nik nack)* | |
Nik nack is in the house for the four, | |
My niggaz locked up, left a kilo.... it's good as sold, | |
Stole, | |
Gumbo pot creamery, | |
Rise to the top, | |
My limo even slide through on the late night for that high, | |
I wanna zoom-zoom, bumpin luni-tunes, | |
Candy paint k-5 | |
Bitches i stay high, | |
Playa hate, | |
Callin me a balla, shot calla, | |
Cuz i'm slangin all the major weight, | |
Blam!! | |
Close the door to my residence, | |
Po-po start searchin low, but found no evidence, | |
They tryin to wash me an our county like downy, | |
Quick to pick a nigga nack up like downty, | |
Don't clown me, | |
Bitch!! | |
Dike hoes wanna lick my clit, | |
But end up gettin stuck in the gut, wit a dick, | |
Down fo my shit, | |
Tricks wanna get em up wit me, | |
Because they heard their baby-daddy fucked wit me, | |
But i'm out on you hoes, | |
Wit the 10 g belt, | |
The only thing i'm concentratin on is checkin my mail, | |
What the hell??!! what the fuck??!! | |
Do you mean, | |
Your boyfriend is a dope fiend, an he smoked up all my ice cream, | |
Oops upside yo head fo gettin licked like a lolli-pop, | |
Let yo nigga cut, where's my shit, now you get lolli-hopped, | |
By everybody on the turf, | |
Oh yeah about that skrilla.... hell yeah that welfare check is mines on | |
The first. | |
*(chorus)* x2 | |
It's so much drama in the streets, | |
An i can't tell you why the funk be deep! | |
Do you really know where ya going to, | |
An do you like the things that life is showin you?? | |
Verse 2 *(knumskull)* | |
Fuck around an trust yo underfolks, | |
Like dope fiends, you leave yo cream wit, | |
Post, you come back an yo whole bundle gone, | |
Or this, niggaz add dirt to the list, | |
Getaway clean, | |
But one wanna keep everything, | |
He gots to cook it, cuz we need the good shit to post, | |
Tryin to bake a whole thing, this fool claim that the pot broke, | |
But here goes 5 g's an dubbs, | |
You can probably catch mo cuz i chop slugs, | |
Blood bubbles, so i charge it to the game wit no shame, | |
Even though we got away wit a whole thang of cocaine, | |
I got fucked in the deal, sumpthin cool, | |
(why meee!!) | |
Cuz that 5 g's he gave me was boo-boo, | |
Too much drama in the streets of the oak, | |
Niggaz will tell you what they want you to hear, | |
Not what you should know, | |
Instead of sellin mo cream, | |
Niggaz is sellin mo dreams, | |
Lyin juss to kick it sellin weight wit no fiends, | |
Now this is sumpthin that i don't understand, | |
Why the fuck would that nigga master p call himself the ice cream man, | |
Bitch!! don't you hear the muzik?? | |
That's jankie as fuck, | |
He musta been off the fluid, | |
Niggaz steadily tryin to take shit from the next man, | |
Don't playa hate, juss give a pound an let the best stand, | |
It's too much skrilla in the land, | |
Fo niggaz to be hatin, | |
Captian savin, | |
I juss don't understand. | |
Verse 3 *(yukmouth)* | |
Cuz when i was a youngsta, money was so damn hard to find. | |
But dealt wit my young comrads an we was deadly on the grind. | |
When i wanted to bubble, fools start trippin talkin shit. | |
They never woulda thought i'd be, the mutha fuckin wit all of the grip. | |
Check this out here you jive ass turkeys man. hoe's slobberin-obberin in | |
The o. there's only one mobb man, don't hop on the back of the ice cream | |
Truck an get yo ass booted off. | |
I can't stand punks on a man hunt, | |
That destroy, | |
Lay low, cuz my four-four, | |
Will make yo ass glow, like bruce lee woo, | |
(sho nuff) | |
Since they bigga, | |
Many figga that i can't throw, | |
But they don't know about this bole-legged skinny nigga, | |
Mad because i'm foldin grip, | |
Plus rollin thick, | |
Still up on that late night loadin clips, | |
Holdin shit, | |
To myself, | |
Shotgun bullets be bad fo them health, | |
So save that gang-bang shit on somebody else, | |
Where i peep thugs, | |
Have drugs to sell you, | |
Don't fuck wit the l-u-n-i-z that's what they tell you, | |
Peep the murder we wrote, | |
We roll wit c-note an noo-trybe to fools slide, | |
At my show because i make the whole fuckin o hooride | |
Slide to get the remedy, | |
M.d., | |
Twamp, twamp, | |
Make you wanna pump, pump on the enemy, | |
Been havin suicidal tendecies the whole day, | |
Alazae will have a nigga on lock down like o.j., | |
(slang-a-gang-of-caine) | |
Like the cubans, | |
They hate when i'm crusin, | |
Don't fuck around an get yo life ruined fool, | |
So take yo last look, | |
You get yo ass whooped, | |
Rolex took, | |
Cuz broke niggaz make the best crooks, | |
You best look over your shoulder, highrolla, | |
Wit that cola, cuz my soldiers come wit mo folks then yours does, | |
No bluers or blunders, | |
We fed to head wit mo bread than wonder, | |
An strapped wit a mac-11 an go under. | |
*(chorus)* 4x |
zuo ci : Ellis, Husband, TerryT. | |
Verse 1 nik nack | |
Nik nack is in the house for the four, | |
My niggaz locked up, left a kilo.... it' s good as sold, | |
Stole, | |
Gumbo pot creamery, | |
Rise to the top, | |
My limo even slide through on the late night for that high, | |
I wanna zoomzoom, bumpin lunitunes, | |
Candy paint k5 | |
Bitches i stay high, | |
Playa hate, | |
Callin me a balla, shot calla, | |
Cuz i' m slangin all the major weight, | |
Blam!! | |
Close the door to my residence, | |
Popo start searchin low, but found no evidence, | |
They tryin to wash me an our county like downy, | |
Quick to pick a nigga nack up like downty, | |
Don' t clown me, | |
Bitch!! | |
Dike hoes wanna lick my clit, | |
But end up gettin stuck in the gut, wit a dick, | |
Down fo my shit, | |
Tricks wanna get em up wit me, | |
Because they heard their babydaddy fucked wit me, | |
But i' m out on you hoes, | |
Wit the 10 g belt, | |
The only thing i' m concentratin on is checkin my mail, | |
What the hell??!! what the fuck??!! | |
Do you mean, | |
Your boyfriend is a dope fiend, an he smoked up all my ice cream, | |
Oops upside yo head fo gettin licked like a lollipop, | |
Let yo nigga cut, where' s my shit, now you get lollihopped, | |
By everybody on the turf, | |
Oh yeah about that skrilla.... hell yeah that welfare check is mines on | |
The first. | |
chorus x2 | |
It' s so much drama in the streets, | |
An i can' t tell you why the funk be deep! | |
Do you really know where ya going to, | |
An do you like the things that life is showin you?? | |
Verse 2 knumskull | |
Fuck around an trust yo underfolks, | |
Like dope fiends, you leave yo cream wit, | |
Post, you come back an yo whole bundle gone, | |
Or this, niggaz add dirt to the list, | |
Getaway clean, | |
But one wanna keep everything, | |
He gots to cook it, cuz we need the good shit to post, | |
Tryin to bake a whole thing, this fool claim that the pot broke, | |
But here goes 5 g' s an dubbs, | |
You can probably catch mo cuz i chop slugs, | |
Blood bubbles, so i charge it to the game wit no shame, | |
Even though we got away wit a whole thang of cocaine, | |
I got fucked in the deal, sumpthin cool, | |
why meee!! | |
Cuz that 5 g' s he gave me was booboo, | |
Too much drama in the streets of the oak, | |
Niggaz will tell you what they want you to hear, | |
Not what you should know, | |
Instead of sellin mo cream, | |
Niggaz is sellin mo dreams, | |
Lyin juss to kick it sellin weight wit no fiends, | |
Now this is sumpthin that i don' t understand, | |
Why the fuck would that nigga master p call himself the ice cream man, | |
Bitch!! don' t you hear the muzik?? | |
That' s jankie as fuck, | |
He musta been off the fluid, | |
Niggaz steadily tryin to take shit from the next man, | |
Don' t playa hate, juss give a pound an let the best stand, | |
It' s too much skrilla in the land, | |
Fo niggaz to be hatin, | |
Captian savin, | |
I juss don' t understand. | |
Verse 3 yukmouth | |
Cuz when i was a youngsta, money was so damn hard to find. | |
But dealt wit my young comrads an we was deadly on the grind. | |
When i wanted to bubble, fools start trippin talkin shit. | |
They never woulda thought i' d be, the mutha fuckin wit all of the grip. | |
Check this out here you jive ass turkeys man. hoe' s slobberinobberin in | |
The o. there' s only one mobb man, don' t hop on the back of the ice cream | |
Truck an get yo ass booted off. | |
I can' t stand punks on a man hunt, | |
That destroy, | |
Lay low, cuz my fourfour, | |
Will make yo ass glow, like bruce lee woo, | |
sho nuff | |
Since they bigga, | |
Many figga that i can' t throw, | |
But they don' t know about this bolelegged skinny nigga, | |
Mad because i' m foldin grip, | |
Plus rollin thick, | |
Still up on that late night loadin clips, | |
Holdin shit, | |
To myself, | |
Shotgun bullets be bad fo them health, | |
So save that gangbang shit on somebody else, | |
Where i peep thugs, | |
Have drugs to sell you, | |
Don' t fuck wit the luniz that' s what they tell you, | |
Peep the murder we wrote, | |
We roll wit cnote an nootrybe to fools slide, | |
At my show because i make the whole fuckin o hooride | |
Slide to get the remedy, | |
M. d., | |
Twamp, twamp, | |
Make you wanna pump, pump on the enemy, | |
Been havin suicidal tendecies the whole day, | |
Alazae will have a nigga on lock down like o. j., | |
slangagangofcaine | |
Like the cubans, | |
They hate when i' m crusin, | |
Don' t fuck around an get yo life ruined fool, | |
So take yo last look, | |
You get yo ass whooped, | |
Rolex took, | |
Cuz broke niggaz make the best crooks, | |
You best look over your shoulder, highrolla, | |
Wit that cola, cuz my soldiers come wit mo folks then yours does, | |
No bluers or blunders, | |
We fed to head wit mo bread than wonder, | |
An strapped wit a mac11 an go under. | |
chorus 4x |
zuò cí : Ellis, Husband, TerryT. | |
Verse 1 nik nack | |
Nik nack is in the house for the four, | |
My niggaz locked up, left a kilo.... it' s good as sold, | |
Stole, | |
Gumbo pot creamery, | |
Rise to the top, | |
My limo even slide through on the late night for that high, | |
I wanna zoomzoom, bumpin lunitunes, | |
Candy paint k5 | |
Bitches i stay high, | |
Playa hate, | |
Callin me a balla, shot calla, | |
Cuz i' m slangin all the major weight, | |
Blam!! | |
Close the door to my residence, | |
Popo start searchin low, but found no evidence, | |
They tryin to wash me an our county like downy, | |
Quick to pick a nigga nack up like downty, | |
Don' t clown me, | |
Bitch!! | |
Dike hoes wanna lick my clit, | |
But end up gettin stuck in the gut, wit a dick, | |
Down fo my shit, | |
Tricks wanna get em up wit me, | |
Because they heard their babydaddy fucked wit me, | |
But i' m out on you hoes, | |
Wit the 10 g belt, | |
The only thing i' m concentratin on is checkin my mail, | |
What the hell??!! what the fuck??!! | |
Do you mean, | |
Your boyfriend is a dope fiend, an he smoked up all my ice cream, | |
Oops upside yo head fo gettin licked like a lollipop, | |
Let yo nigga cut, where' s my shit, now you get lollihopped, | |
By everybody on the turf, | |
Oh yeah about that skrilla.... hell yeah that welfare check is mines on | |
The first. | |
chorus x2 | |
It' s so much drama in the streets, | |
An i can' t tell you why the funk be deep! | |
Do you really know where ya going to, | |
An do you like the things that life is showin you?? | |
Verse 2 knumskull | |
Fuck around an trust yo underfolks, | |
Like dope fiends, you leave yo cream wit, | |
Post, you come back an yo whole bundle gone, | |
Or this, niggaz add dirt to the list, | |
Getaway clean, | |
But one wanna keep everything, | |
He gots to cook it, cuz we need the good shit to post, | |
Tryin to bake a whole thing, this fool claim that the pot broke, | |
But here goes 5 g' s an dubbs, | |
You can probably catch mo cuz i chop slugs, | |
Blood bubbles, so i charge it to the game wit no shame, | |
Even though we got away wit a whole thang of cocaine, | |
I got fucked in the deal, sumpthin cool, | |
why meee!! | |
Cuz that 5 g' s he gave me was booboo, | |
Too much drama in the streets of the oak, | |
Niggaz will tell you what they want you to hear, | |
Not what you should know, | |
Instead of sellin mo cream, | |
Niggaz is sellin mo dreams, | |
Lyin juss to kick it sellin weight wit no fiends, | |
Now this is sumpthin that i don' t understand, | |
Why the fuck would that nigga master p call himself the ice cream man, | |
Bitch!! don' t you hear the muzik?? | |
That' s jankie as fuck, | |
He musta been off the fluid, | |
Niggaz steadily tryin to take shit from the next man, | |
Don' t playa hate, juss give a pound an let the best stand, | |
It' s too much skrilla in the land, | |
Fo niggaz to be hatin, | |
Captian savin, | |
I juss don' t understand. | |
Verse 3 yukmouth | |
Cuz when i was a youngsta, money was so damn hard to find. | |
But dealt wit my young comrads an we was deadly on the grind. | |
When i wanted to bubble, fools start trippin talkin shit. | |
They never woulda thought i' d be, the mutha fuckin wit all of the grip. | |
Check this out here you jive ass turkeys man. hoe' s slobberinobberin in | |
The o. there' s only one mobb man, don' t hop on the back of the ice cream | |
Truck an get yo ass booted off. | |
I can' t stand punks on a man hunt, | |
That destroy, | |
Lay low, cuz my fourfour, | |
Will make yo ass glow, like bruce lee woo, | |
sho nuff | |
Since they bigga, | |
Many figga that i can' t throw, | |
But they don' t know about this bolelegged skinny nigga, | |
Mad because i' m foldin grip, | |
Plus rollin thick, | |
Still up on that late night loadin clips, | |
Holdin shit, | |
To myself, | |
Shotgun bullets be bad fo them health, | |
So save that gangbang shit on somebody else, | |
Where i peep thugs, | |
Have drugs to sell you, | |
Don' t fuck wit the luniz that' s what they tell you, | |
Peep the murder we wrote, | |
We roll wit cnote an nootrybe to fools slide, | |
At my show because i make the whole fuckin o hooride | |
Slide to get the remedy, | |
M. d., | |
Twamp, twamp, | |
Make you wanna pump, pump on the enemy, | |
Been havin suicidal tendecies the whole day, | |
Alazae will have a nigga on lock down like o. j., | |
slangagangofcaine | |
Like the cubans, | |
They hate when i' m crusin, | |
Don' t fuck around an get yo life ruined fool, | |
So take yo last look, | |
You get yo ass whooped, | |
Rolex took, | |
Cuz broke niggaz make the best crooks, | |
You best look over your shoulder, highrolla, | |
Wit that cola, cuz my soldiers come wit mo folks then yours does, | |
No bluers or blunders, | |
We fed to head wit mo bread than wonder, | |
An strapped wit a mac11 an go under. | |
chorus 4x |