Operation stackola

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