Luniz – Live Yo Life lyrics

(Yukmouth*talking) Hennessy*

(Hindu)! Pass
it (Ahhh)!
It's
yo life It's.
yo life It's.
yo life Ballin.
hit, the scene Chorus.

(Luniz *Dru, Down) Get*

yo grind on man (Get.
yo grind on) Get
yo scrilla on (The
scrilla scratch, paper), Verse

1 (Numskull) *I*

won't let it phase me This
the game mayne An
this is my domain Make
a couple of bomb S
titthis ain't the same Now
I'ma send this repetension I'm
supposed to have G's So
all, eyes is on me I
see this rap s titain't brought me nathin But
a 50 couple of mo hoes And
major playa hatin A
n anuscan't win for losin I'm
might be choosin the wrong thang to do But
I'm hustlin the same thing as you N
anusI came to the Town already The
Town still takin now, I gotta deal wit ya'll b h***n s****hatin F
k**that Hit
me if ya wanna Mini
14 got ya greedy in the corner Wanna
see me You?
know where I hang Where
I used to slang caine An
got my first case for a thang-thang About
keepin s titreal This
it n anusGet
yo mail on Stay
away from all this b h***s titI
don't wanna kill nobody (nobody) But
off the hook I
guess broke n s****make the best crooks (like you) I
got a question Serious
as thee Why's
everybody always hatin on me Chorus?

(Luniz *Dru, Down) Get

yo grind on man (I'm.
the pusha pusha, man ).Get
yo scrilla on (The.
scrilla scratch, paper, n anus).Get
yo pimp on man (I.
keeps the pimpin fa real though ).Get
yo scrilla on (I.
need my money right now b h***).Verse

2 (Yukmouth) *West*

coastin Pacific
Ocean N
s****in Oakland Cut
close to sellin dope an high Smokin
until a n anusstop chokin Get
broken off For
tryin to spit a razor blade out Then
whip the gage out An
blow him rib cage out I
got my fetti Hit
up Casino's like Joe Pesci The
get away ridin a jet skit I'm
double 0-7 Golden, Eye Gold
mouth golden, finga A
outit while I'm holdin Nina I
remember when I used to sell dope Makin
20 off a Note Task
smash an grab a n anusby the throat But
I swallowed it An
you can spit it out When
they split I be the first n anusthat try to s titit out Now
I'm on some mo' Rolex
Moet
X-O
Mo
s than** the next hoe Tote
Tech's when we rollin (skee skirt) It's
the creamery Hit
the scenery So
cleanery On
chrome eighteens rollin the greenery (Chorus).

*1x* Verse

3 (Numskull) *I*

hate you And
you hate me To
slang I-C-E But
I see me Bubblin
mo than thee To
be or not to be (That's
the question) Like
Shakespeare You
inturrupt my struggle and I make fear Verse.

4 (Yukmouth) *Stayed*

on the West Coast The
best coast Still
yo a full** of guest coast B
s*****Get!
yo neck choked N
s****Get!
yo chest smoked Same
thing for nay fiends These
nay fiends Hoe
want bankin Thankin
they b h***a 'cause** it's stankin Verse.

5 (Numskull) *I'm*

stankin like X-O Staggering
my whole life through me I'm
headed to the west like Fievel I
know where I'm supposed to be like compass' No
matter where the f k**you from Yo
b h***is bumpin this Verse.

6 (Yukmouth) *N*

anusI got that A-1 Yola or K Straight!!
margerin N
s****be starvin in the drought Puttin
for sale signs on they cars an house Yukmouth
about that scrilla scratchola, Stackola
on the up an up I
can't be fuckin up (Chorus).

*1x* (Dru

*Down's outro) N*

anusget yo scrilla on n anus(Biatch!
)!Luniz
and mutha fuckin Dru Down you, know (Eastside
)!!Steady
grindin (The.
Vill in this mutha fucka )!Yeah
that's how we keep sellin these mutha fuckin records you know (Biatch.
)!Keepin
the scrilla keep, the pimpin up to ah, Me..