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*(yukmouth talking w/num in the background)*
Southwest ridas playboys (ya highness!)
Fuckin wit tha luniz (tha luniz are here!)
We back in this mutha fucka
9-scrillion, bout ta make a million bucks (e-40!, e-40 man!)
Ya capable (b-legit!)
Eh, here ye here ye (b-legit!)
All the pimps, playas an hustlas, get ya bread on mayne (b-legit!)
Ya capable (e-40 man!)
Ya capable
Ya capable
Peep it.
Verse 1 *(yukmouth)*
Eh, eh
Uh
Live an direct
4-5 an a tech
Niggas be bustin in disguise like why would you lie
When cops arrive on the set
Dope fiends die over a check
Ya niggas strive fo tha best
To get some seats to rest in peace
But funk don't die on tha set
You must lie fo yo set
An if you ride fo the set keep yo vest handy
Understands me?
Lace tha family wit candy like willie wonka
Fiends pull up to my bumpa
Infedamines, an green marijuana
Whatever you want a nigga got it
Slangin narcotics
I juss socked tha shit out a fiend fo runnin off wit a nigga product
Heiron he shot it
Into his veins
Got it by sellin everythang
That's when he broke into his older son house mayne
It's strange to watch ya dad box
Ya beat ta death talkin about, "all you had to do was ask me fo some cash
Pops!"
But it's too late wire his shit up
Jaw stiched up
Lip bust
Fo fuckin wit us
Sick ass niggas.
Chorus 2x
Do i starve and do without
Stay about your paper route
Get yo cash
Ya capable.
Stay about your paper route
(niggas!)
Ya capable
Stay about your paper route
(bitches!)
Ya capable.
Ya capable.
Verse 2 *(numskull)*