Bonus Track

Lyrics

[Intro] What's up, miznan? Driznu Diznown, miznan I seen Tiznask all in front of the house, miznan A nigga was triznippin', man—what happened? [Verse 1: Dru Down] I woke up and started my morning with beef, hash, and coffee I thinking about this rookie ass cop named McCarthy They keep on jackin'—oh, is there a problem, sir? I know there's not, so what the fuck did you stop me for? That's the type of shit I'm talking right there A lame ass cop a pumpin' nursery fear Take the badge and the belt off, huh, and get a sawed off And blow your motherfuckin' head straight off Now, I'm running from the po-po's, get in front of I'm jettin', getting quicker 'cause I'm gonna, dip A devastating leap over the fence I hit the ground and the right and commence To put my motherfuckin' after-burners on After me, he hit the fence but I'm gone He stomped his feet, he's getting angry, saying "Damn!" About this time, I'm in the Cougar with the slam I see these silly dilly daffy duckin' bitches They're my potnas but they wanna ride to Bridges I said "okay" and them in and what the fuck One light, one dark, and both with big butts But soon I pulled away from the curb The Task was on my ass, there go my nerves I'm getting jittery but the hoes couldn't see I had a stack in my drawers worth a G I made a move and when I did, there goes the siren But what do you know, the bitches out my roof firing A gunshots through the window to the head and now they're dead And I don't give a fuck about the punk wonder bread So ya see, it was a job well done Congratulated the hoes with the drank and bomb, huh We hit Bridges, dropped the hoes off immediately And being the player that I am, I continue to be I'm still riding as I shoot through the big Melrose And motherfuckers getting jacked, stripped head to toe, bro But what do you know, mayne, Dru Down is steady packin' I got somethin' when they keep jackin', see [Interlude] Like that, miznan? (Yeah, fuck the police) Now I'm finna introduce my potna Numskull from the Luni Tunz Finna kick this jailhouse shit [Verse 2: Numskull] I just got out of the motherfuckin' jailhouse I heard more stories than soaps that niggas tell before they bail out Before I hit the first bullpen or holding Cell, I heard more motherfuckers say that they was rollin' Be sellin' dope in the East At least got fits, cars, bitches, and a couple of ki's Don't do no homework in school but he passin' still One nigga said he fucked more bitches than Massengill Got a bitch, 36, with a husband too He don't sell weight but you know that his cousin do You need somethin', he can get it, it's all good, bro Got hella scratch but no money on his books though His mom's rich 'cause the bitch owns Nexxus No, he's not hungry but he's the first to run for breakfast Now he bragging about the shit that his kid has And he said he smoked more weed than zig-zags He takes a 40 to the face every morning Swear up and down that the hoes, they be swarming Around his ass 'cause he famous But to make shit worse, he even lies about what his name is Now this was the whopper Slut said he heard a nigga say he had a gold helicopter Come on, that shit is wicked Why these motherfuckers always lying just to kick it? [Interlude] With that jailhouse shit Now I'm finna Yiznukmiznouth, the other Luni Tun Tell 'em how it is, man, when you finna hit that major lick [Verse 3: Yukmouth] Up on the late night, loading clips, holding shit to myself About to jack this trick but he's rollin' thick Thicker than my dick, so you know he's livin' phat Plush ass Rolls Royce, a condo way in Sac I'm saying that he tried to have me offed And give it to boss, it didn't work And first of all, I know the motherfuckin' turf Just like the back of my hand, the man tried to pull the lick Shot the four-fifth, fucked up good 'cause he missed I'm over the hills and through the woods at grandma's house just plottin' Niggas are mad because I got shit sewn like a stocking His hoes jockin', knots be walking fast past him Because they know Yukmouth got the creamery for them And M&M peanut can't match up to the candy that we nuts Got in the plastic bag stashed way in the cut He must don't know I know the ho he fuck with And I'm a nigga that can verify she suck dick But uh, shit got deep, deeper than shit's creek As soon as the bitch beep, she gon' tell me where the trick sleep Then I'ma go pimp this old shit And if you act bold, bitch, I'm letting off the whole clip In your ass, in your kids' ass, and if your black ass brother slip I got another clip for his ass Because the game is some real shit Two dicks don't click, but never try to play me like a little bitch Nigga… [Outro] Yeah, C&H crew, you understand me? Dru Down and Luni motherfuckin' Tunz, yeah Flow like this, somethin' to ride to