Kick Up The Cash

Lyrics

[Intro: Scarface] It's the return of the motherfuckin' dreadlock (Yeah) It's the return of the motherfuckin' dreadlock (Yeah) It's the-it's the return of the motherfuckin' dreadlock (Yeah) It's the-it's the return of the motherfuckin' dreadlock (Yeah) It'sthe-it'sthereturn of themotherfuckin' dreadlock It's the-it'sthe-it's the— It's the return of the motherfuckin' dreadlock It's the-it's the return of the motherfuckin' dreadlock (Yeah) It's the-it's the-it's the return of the motherfuckin' dreadlock (Yeah) [Verse 1: V-Dog] I'm a nappy head nigga, so how you figure you could fuck with me? I'm seein' posters, and I'm wanted for a robbery We four deep in my Chevy gettin' blowed away Talkin' about them crooked cops they got towed away They picked the wrong nigga to fuck with That type of shit I let my four-five deal with it I wish them bitches the worst And the cop that was talkin' the shit; he died first My nigga Gangsta got the pistol grip, punk Hopin' and prayin' one of you stupid motherfuckers jump I hit the funk, my face begin' sweatin' 'Cause the heart of Southpark is where I'm fuckin' dwellin' No matter what, on your ass I'ma blast I told you, ho, you better kick up the fuckin' cash [Chorus: Spice 1 & Scarface & ?] Kick up the cash 'fore I blast with this Jason mask Always look a man in the eye before you kill 'em Kick up-kick up the cash 'fore I blast with this Jason mask Told you I was friendly, I do [Verse 2: Gangsta Blac] Kick up the cash, make it fast, trick, all I want is cheese, bitch If you give, I won't, but if you don't then I'ma kill ya, bitch Glock tucked in my gut, mask on my fuckin' face Call MJ4, another fuckin' murder case Ballin', holdin' [?] and shit, tryna get the fuck away High off all kinda shit, then I make a stang today Bloody, bloody, murder, yeah, you heard it right, so dig it, nigga If you think you bigger — then come and meet my nigga-killer Ain't barin' none of the shit you talkin', give it up, player Meet my hog, V-Dog, he's killin' all player-haters Ho, I told you once, it's another armed robbery OG's only, stand they ground, dig got out, why did he, G? Take off all your clothes, blow your nose, watch your stash, bitch Gimme this ninety-four, plus your cash, ho, so mash, trick Back get buck in the cut, put some slugs in your gut Kick up all the cash, and make it fast 'cause I don't give a fuck [Chorus: Spice 1 & Scarface & ?] Kick up the cash 'fore I blast with this Jason mask Always look a man in the eye before you kill 'em Kick up-kick up the cash 'fore I blast with this Jason mask Told you I was friendly, I do [Verse 3: V-Dog] I got a bloody-ass knife, livin' the motherfuckin' thug life Searchin' for them tricks with they dope at a high-ass price 'Cause you know I'm gonna get 'em I take my AK along, just in case he got some tricks with 'em I get to trippin' when I'm high or gettin' drunk and shit It makes me wanna grab my motherfuckin' pump and shit 'Cause I made it through another year I'm from [?] out on the curve, for my niggas who didn't make it here 'Cause in the '90s, fool, the law has been broken Look at the barrel of my AK, it's the smoke and scopin' out you busters in my black skimask I told you hoes, you better kick up the fuckin' cash [Outro: Spice 1] Kick up-kick up-kick up the cash Kick up-kick up the cash