My Buddy - Yukmouth, Kurupt, Numskull

Me and you

and you know that

Me and you

Who can fade it, two assassins up on the mic

Blastin, askin no questions, when they catch you in a gunfight

Kaboom!

we still mash as a team

As we mash for our dreams,?

hood niggaz for green

Its dillinger, fulfillin, makin a low outta killin

Pullin scandalous?

fulfillin fantasy dreams

Catch me on a costa rica, with an island full of weed

Money and bitches, on a boat for sweden

See when Im yellin

International help me No colorlines on my Ugly and fine

You can sell me Im glad folks think the same way as I do

Cause I stab bitches way down in the bayou

Would you make way for two mo Fo blows, like you have hoes

Stamp a nation wide through the ghetto

Fore youngsters, hennesy sponsors

With fore youngsters on a Quarter of the map now I do

I spin mayor loot and khaki suits

Nikes and cripsacks,

Wetsuits and leather boots

I block niggaz twice with thighs

Buck with a .45

Make you open while you blast at the parking lot

What you speakin on Wanna go through it Drink a lot, made from fluid

Scrump bitch, dont you hear the music

My buddy, daz dilly and numskull

You will be thanked

With youre petty pang petty

Chorus: repeat 2x

To all my niggaz.

and all my bitches

Throw your motherfuckin hands in the air

And if you dont give a fuck

Like we dont give a fuck then

Throw your motherfuckin hood up in the air

Check it out

No bitch ass niggaz, no funny ass hoes

Dogg pound gangstas drippin in low-lows

You aint all about the homies

You besta check the fault

Pencils, playin niggaz in the crowd style

Thinkin bout the row outta town

With the heater cock bust a million rounds

Dogg pound internationals breakin off fools

While the dock can bust

The facility touch

I laid this game down

Jumped around and kissed myself like I was james brown

Spin around and hit the splits on the ground

Split your motherfuckin crown

Turn this ifs into pounds

Dogg pound live around,

Niggas hittin the ground

Fuck around and get shot up I tear shit up You can ask puff

Lil cease, mary j.

b.

and jodeci

About that nigga yuk

Means the hardcore

Got kicked off tour

For piss marking on the hotel floor

G riders, we ride, dp ride

Get the mashin niggaz

Or the mat see automatic,

Get the blastin niggaz

Shakin nigga, bankin nigga

Quit the heater

Stop blankin niggaz

Im danked out

Surrounded by weed smoke

You see me and my niggas in the club,

Thugged up, suited in steet clothes

We roll, cut dough

Cause weed so On triple gold, see hoes

With weed with me and my amigo

Who did that, who shitted

Who spoke on the ghetto values,

Who supa-dupu flyyyyy

I catored to the pimps, players, hustlers and bastards

Why dont you meet me over in the o, homie

Cause when I get there,

The hoes will be all off on me

I know yall got a gang of bitches…

…ha, ha And like fabulous thangs and livin life expensive

In nights machine dippin

With a pocket full of c-notes

Cruise the block with a 9 lookin for weed-o

And oh yeah, who got the gangsta shit

Daz and kurupt, numskull, yuk for shit bitch

Known as your playa potna

Slain ice cream fools and (?)

Rockin hilfiger just like kadada

I walk around the house of rockwilder,

Just like a mobster

The o-a-k bust and throw it away

Hoop out the roof down in la And then go aloof

Opps!

and make a nigga spooked

With a couple of screws loose

And find your homie

Sweatin, buck naked locked up in a chicken coop

Why?

Livin that destory all arts

Zark, and blast a homes

Pull back and grab your mothafuckin heart out your chest

If you tested the best like david koresh

Get ready to be Reincarnated in the motherfuckin flesh

Yes yes