BAY AREA LYRICS

[408]

LUNIZ I GOT 5 ON IT REMIX

Michael Marshall

Intro

Ha ha the remix (5 on it)
We creepin in too baby
We got five on that thing man
We got uh Dru Down
We got the LUNIZ (Shock G)
Yeah Richie Rich
E 40 Spice 1

Verse One: Dru Down

You say you got five on my tenda
You can bend a over the table
But be sure bring my stallion back to my stable,
Say, bruh?
No elementary school ground plan,
Not a five dollar bill,
But five double zero on the real, feel
I'm on the level, stair mellow,
No criticism from the fellows, hello
Being keyed during a high-speed
But still don't tap the B.B.s
I'm dizzy, Dru Down, baby

Verse Two: Knumskull

Like Nyquil, I drop fever,
So either put your five up,
Or ya gots to leave it like Deva
Cause see ya,
Nigga perkin broke and smoke ya spliff all day
Go home and buy big tricky with his pretty Impal-a
I got five on the Hennessey, Seagram's, and 40's
Cause +This is How We Do It+ like Montell Jordan
I'm from the Oakland city, framed nigga is a gonna,
Now I'm blowin it up like Oklahoma

Verse Three: Richie Rich

Put ya fi-ve with my fin,
Best believe we'll bend
Mo corners than you thought,
To somethin writers bought
More zig-zags believe that
Tokin, where you from?
Oakland
Smokin
In attempts to crack the chest plate,
The zips be so fluffy, the whole town loves me
An every event I'm sacked up,
So if ya need me, scream double R when ya see me

Chorus: Michael Marshall

I got five on it,
Grab ya four, let's get keyed,
I got five on it,
Messin wit dat indo weed
I got five on it,
It's got me stuck and toed back,
I got five on it,
Potna, let's go half on a sack

Verse Four: E-40

E-40
Why ya treat me so bad?
40 makes it happen
Fives gets slapped and rubbin them girls
just a little bit of light weight
Flamboyant, potent fumes lingerin
mighty clouds and Northern Lights
You expect to bit the baron an you'll be violatin my civil rights
I'm startin to feel my scrilla
but perhaps today my scrilla ain't feelin me
For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools three
Pockets empty, pitchin five, man I'm dusted
Took off my hat, passed it around, sprinkle me

Verse Five: Yukmouth

Me an E-40 to the head, comin fifth, plus
You let the lead bust,
Ready to do a murda, man?
Perved off the Hurricane, hurled again
Witness we'll bein off two-fifths equal,
Killing people like Jason, facin death every sequel
(Insane in the membrane!)
Bring the pain like Method
Neglected,
Smokin crips to the night to the brains for breakfast
Cause for the in-do fins do the evil that men do,
Give me fi-ve and I shall proceed and continue

Chorus

Verse Six: Shock G

Yeah, it's been a while since I've hollered from the town,
Mess around heard young ginome said "I've gotta be down"
Cause new styles is goin down, look around you
Tunes from the Luniz spread round an round you
Back to get my O on, they let me flow on
The thirty-five on it,
Yeah, I'm on it,
Still brinin satin for them draws
Velvet for the mic and got a pound for the cause

Verse Seven: Spice 1

Rollin up the cannabis, hittin the Mary Jane,
Smokin the five before it's tweleve o'clock
Sippin on Hurricane, ready to smoke on the indo
Rollin up my window, fittin to go to the land,
With a hand fulla brocoli,
When it comes to the sticky, I'm the man
Crutch nasty I be hittin the J so hard I hurl
Fall on the floor fittin to have a stroke THC ain't no joke
I got five on everything, let's get loaded and smoke
S-P-I-C-E about to hit it an croaaaakkkkk

Chorus

Outro

Ha ha, wassup baby
It's me, your boy to keep the song always tight
You little short on some ends?
Don't worry, I'll take care of that,
I got you

 

[408]

DRE DOG-KILLA WHALE


(Whale calls)

(Dre Dog talking)

Hehehehe...
Oooh...
This shit is on beat....
Hehehehe...
Man...
Drop that shit boy...
Hehehehehe...
Fillmoe....
Hehehehe...
Did somebody say umm...Fillmoe?
Mista Jim Jones could ya...please drop a verse?

(Dre Dog)
Nigga it's the J to the I to the M to the J-O-N-E-S
Nigga in the flesh
Chewy boy, doobie with the buddha cess
I'm like the Lion King cause everything I see is mines
And Tommy Tuckers man they stop and fuck us like a sign
So read my mind, the situation's critical
And off that chewy man shit can get like (??britical??)
You think you know me? Well test your luck and try me out
And watch me treat you like a cow in a slaughterhouse
That cutty chrome, that microphone
That new Jim Jones, that indo zone
That watch that valium on your dome
I'm putting beary fairy niggas in a state of shock (shock!)
And I'm a killa whale but nigga check my pimp walk
So bust that, crush that, crush that

Cuh-crack crack!
That's how that nigga's neck snap
I'm harmon like that (??move a ree??)
Deadly like that Octagon
Fillmoe to the fuckin heart
Crooked like the Pentagon
Recka! Niggas get jumped like checkers
So what's the use if fuckin Salt if I can't fuck with Pepper
So check my rep, survival tech, and hit man killa tactics
Niggas get berry faced down on silver plastic
Mothafucka, niggas get split like a wishbone
Dank or dope, bank or cope, Nigga Mista Jim Jones
The fat rat dominator, microphone terminator
Quick to break the neck of an E-40 imitator
Nigga don't front, you know I got you open
With more Raider in me than they ever had in Oakland
To all you mothafuckas that juss can't tell
I'm a Pisces but I'd rather be a killa whale
PLOT!

To all you mothafuckas that juss can't tell
I'm a Pisces but I'd rather be a killa whale

To all you mothafuckas that juss can't tell
I'm a Pisces but I'd rather be a killa whale

To all you mothafuckas that juss can't tell
I'm a Pisces but I'd rather be a killa whale

To all you mothafuckas that juss can't tell
And I'm a Pisces but I'd rather be a killa whale

(Dre Dog)
Nigga check my Ike Turner way of doin things
Not out for peace, Dre Dog is out to ruin things
The most hated mothafuck in the Frisco park
And Tommy Tuckers that talk foo I watch like a hawk
So strike a pole, strike a deer when you see me bitch
And like a hound on a fox fool I'm on your scent
You fuckin skunk
Some sugar red some chocolate ty skunk (what?)
These niggas step up and get hung like a duck
Cause I'm the dirty worm hunter
The catterpiller killer
Attitude juss like a ruthless Cuban coke dealer
In Miami, nothin but the money and the power
A deadly mix at 6 foot 6 I'm sorta like a tower
Or a tanker, a mothafuckin Iraq tanker
Nigga raise up and get (dropped!) dropped (dropped!) like an anchor
The Gaurdian Angels lookin straight to rip right on the spot
Cause all you are are voluntary unpaid rent a cops
And I'm a factor, better yet a motherfuckin force
Now I gotta shoot you like a broke legged horse
In pain, nigga break me off beneficial
Mothafuckas praise Nino Brown and Felix Mitchell
Big bread, too mothafuckin smart for the feds
These niggas try to raise up (what you say?) but I heard (what i said)
what
you said
I'm like woof, I know foo but you don't have a clue
(Fuck you!) Nigga fuck me? NO NIGGA FUCK YOU!
Fuck them mothafuckas I don't duck them mothafuckas
I say fuck them mothafuckas I don't trust them mothafuckas
So without a doubt I'll turn it out I ain't got no time to clown
My first words are to the point-nigga lay it down
So rock me up cause I'm dope and triple beam to scale
311 is my block but nigga I'm a killa whale
CAUGHT!


To all you mothafuckas that juss can't tell
I'm a Pisces but I'd rather be a killa whale

To all you mothafuckas that juss can't tell
I'm a Pisces but I'd rather be a killa whale

To all you mothafuckas that juss can't tell
I'm a Pisces but I'd rather be a killa whale

To all you mothafuckas that juss can't tell
I'm a Pisces mothafucka

 

[408]

[Celly Cel] ITS GOING DOWN REMIX
At least 360 degrees and slidin' to the function
Sherley-locks in my hair, yelling 'Bump Something'
Menage-a-toi, need about three with me in this spot
Mixing up my Drizze while they stizz up on that row, but
See, I'm a ridah, when I flash it ain't nowhere to hide ya
I'm right besides ya 'bout to let these thangs all up inside ya
There aint no sense tryin' to knock a playa for the way he lounge
Even the haters in your town sing it's going down

[Rappin' 4-Tay]
Up in the spot, fool got popped, killed a cop, jumped in a drop
That was the life he lived but now it's honded
Imagine your Don posted on America's Most Wanted
They flowned it and locked him up for conniving
Whether the strong surviving
Or getting pimped by the system
I still be 4 1 5 ing it down to the V
With that fool Celly C E L L
Shakin' it, breakin' it, movin' it with this clientele
With this underground, it's going down
Ha ha

1- [Celly Cel] (Kerry)
Ride with your foes (It's going down)
Sideways in a cloud of smoke (It's going down)
Bumping 'til your amps blow (It's going down)
'Cuz you know it's going down for sure
(Tonight it goes down)

Ride with your foes (It's going down)
Sideways in a cloud of smoke (It's going down)
Bumping 'til your amps blow (It's going down)
'Cuz you know it's going down for sure
(Tonight it goes down)

[E-40]
Get up, uh, I'd like to, uh, dig you when I dug
Biatches ask mah 'How deep is your love?'
Grew up on deck ,who put dem hickeys on your neck?
Ugh, how many babies did you make off that Keith Sweat?
Don't even trip it's all labexibiali fitty
Hit the clubs and act bad, get them biatches ready
Up on release 'fore they use a cow piece
You hardly war makin', drinkin', shootin' me out, it's soft

[B-Legit]
I ride the Benzo, Bill Clinton, presidential
Out the window, never been, though
Type that get the party loud trunkin'
So they can hear me, I keep 'em leery
With twamps on the S Series
And Cruise Control, gonna take 'em where them hoochies roll
If for some ho, them hoochies down in Celly, so
So, when you see me double-parked, flashing hazard lights
You get it right, cuz, man, it's going down tonight

Repeat 1

[Mack 10]
West Side! You know who he be Hoo Banging
It's that killer Mack 10, Inglewood swingin'
They connect gangin' and ya know that's how it go
Although it ain't gonna be easy but believe me, dog
It's gonna be off the heezy fo' sheezy
And if it ain't her, I laugh it off like a joke
And I grab my AK cuz I spray up anybody for my folks in the Bay
On real, homeboy, I'm a killer
I leave their shirts soakin', no jokin'
So if it's going down tonight
I be on the first thing smokin', so holler at me

[Celly Cel]
It's going down so majorly my pager battery
Stay on low cells while I'm trying to get some mo' mail
Dodgin' hot ones, makin' liquor store runs
Creepin' through the city streets, pervin' in the Mo 1
Can't get wrapped up in that "He said she said"
What was said already did, runnin' your mouth will get you filled with lead
So I stay real, soakin' that game outta the hills
Ridin' with that Mazda sound
Now you know it's going down

Repeat 1 to fade

 

[408]

[E-40] NAH NAH
F'real, uh...
Oh boy, due to the graphic game-orienfestedness
of this program, viewer discretion is advised
I promise you pimpin; I mean that there's so many L-R-P's
Lone Range Pimpin jumpin up on this track man you underdig?
We spit these L-R-P's and we do this damn thing real toughlike
You underdig? So this a bitch, c'mon

[Nate Dogg]
The homies done made it, I'm so elated
Got all of the ladies, ohhhhh, nah nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Don't try to play me, just cause I'm faded
Don't think that I'm crazy, whoooh, nah nah-nah-nah-nah-nah

[E-40]
But Nate Dogg, what if my bankroll was to fall?
Think she'll cut from me, think she'll stand tall through it all?
Think she'll boost for me, steal me a pair
of dum-dum dum-dum's from the mall? (Hell naw)
Bear it all, pose naked in the camasol (nah nah-nah-nah-nah-nah)
You got a baby by me, I got a baby by you
Whaddya mean? I'ma always be able to plug you
You tell me to lick (lick) I tell you to suck (suck)
We be mad at each other, but we still WHAAAT?

[Nate Dogg]
I do what I wanna do, just cause I want to
Don't care too much about you, hell naw, nah nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Nate Dogg ain't gon' force you, I'll wait until you want to
If not then I'll erase you, you know, nah nah-nah-nah-nah-nah

[E-40]
I left the club staggerin (staggerin)
Blasted handcuffed and lifted in the paddywagon
In a holdin cell, without a doubt
Your momma put her house up to bail me out
If that ain't stickin to the script
I'm her future son-in-law ain't never gave her no lip (lip)
Uhh, thought I wasn't (wasn't)
Love you cause you was down when I was scrubbin

[Nate Dogg]
Say you're lookin fo' a gangsta, girl I wanna thank ya
When niggaz come and question, do you know? Nah nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
While other niggaz thankin, corners I be bankin
Money I be makin, you know, nah nah-nah-nah-nah-nah

[E-40]
You was a, new comer, turned out by Barry White
GiGi Hana, mesmerized by my slang
I pop my collar one time (one time)
Got control of yo' mind (mind)
Never know, I'm sometimes in Kenneth Coles
Thugged out, never judge me by my clothes
When there's a drought, I be ridin, Z's and Vogues
Five times on the look out for the po'-po'

[Nate Dogg]
Nate D-O-double G (double G) Don't wanna fuck me (wanna fuck me)
As happy as can be (as can be) Nate Dogg and 40, Fonzarell'
We're gon' reach to the bay (to the bay) 'Frisco to L.A. (L.A.)
Don't care what you say (what you say) they all fam-lay (fam-i-lay)

[E-40]- Nah, Nah...
They all family.. Oh boy, whaddya know, y'know?
Yeah, straight game you underdug? Oh boy
Yeah we stay doin this.. you underdig?
Please believe that part of the game oh boy
Uhh.. Battlecat on the track, oh boy
Please believe... uhh
Sick Wid It records... Oh boy
Please believe, we stay doin this
Uhhh, uh-uhh!
Uh-uhh
Uh-uhh! Oh boy
Uhhh, ssp spit it pimpin.. please believe
Uhh, oh boy, uhh, uhh, E-Feezy

 

[408]

Richie Rich - Let's Ride Lyrics
Something about the West Coast...
Shhh... Don't tell nobody

[Something about the West Coast
It makes me wanna ride
Something about the West Coast
Shake it westsiide
throw ya hands up let's riide
to the city of the scene
put it on the one get ya body on the dance floor
Something about the West Coast It makes me wanna ride ]
(Repeats until Verse 1)


No disrespect it's all love and a muthaf**ka just feel real good
be like what's poppin' on this side of the muthaf**kin' planet
understand me? It's still one love, smokin'. It's just a whole
lot
more money involved.

Verse 1
Leanin' out my zone
I roams like mobile phones (right)
rag top 'Vettes Yukons & hundred chromes
Silly bitches lie in wait until the day I come home
while the phone machine kicks
'Biitch Rich ain't at home' (Ha)
six million ways to mob choose one
I chose to dispose of those who call theyself foes
foes like bitches tuck they toes like hoes
these amateur niggas done turned pro
Can't ride with the hi pro glow
the boss with the sauce
got receipts to show how much it cost
I dedicate this to the ridahs
who like to slip sideways
Beware devil's shuttin' down the highway

Chorus
Something about the West Coast
Shake it westsiide
throw ya hands up let's riide
to the city of the scene
put it on the one get ya body on the dance floor

Something about the West Coast It makes me wanna ride
(Repeat)

Verse 2
How many MC's must get ditched
before somebody say don't f**k with Rich
It's evidential the Presedential's up on the wrist
who that new nigga from Oakland
with that brand new twist
Don't even worry 'bout it
watch yo' neck & chest
they don't wanna get
Elliott like Mr. Nest
Known for flippin' scripts sick duets & mic' rips
but now I'm off the hook don't trip
Hookers throw yo' skirt up
Cruddies throw yo' turf up
hustlers trust her & some of them put that work up
'Cause if they ridin' they gone ride tonight
when they hit it we to the next light. Believe it.

Chorus

Verse 3
Thou commands me
to skyball hands free
Sam see I'm havin' some spam hezask me
3-0 TV had fiv on it with the Luniz
I got five on it.
You wanna ride with me
that's when you call yo' N-I-G
I'd rather be
puttin' the twomp on somethin' thick
big SSL with Nicki Scarf' in the licks
still hittin' licks in the villo with cigarillos
big head C-notes and them light green pillows
tinted windows V dozen on my Benzo
the rumble and humble
outdo' versus the indo'
That's how it be'z when I smoke for sho'
West Coast representin' all O. Believe it.

Chorus 'til end with ad libs

 

[408]

YUKMOUTH - GODZILLA LYRICS


Verse 1

You niggas juss created a monsta
fuck a Tampa I smoke ganja
up in the Bahamas racin Yamaha jet skis
money launderin like 'Casa Blanca'
luminate the concert
aimin missile launchers
he's crazy comet
mentally disturbed Karma
wit all drama
I put that on my mama
I'm down to hog tie my playa potna
don't make me spray ya potna
if you wanna save yo daughter nigga, give up the info
and throw that plasticy mutha fucka out my limo
wit three up in his temple
the land where niggas pimp hoes big
I do this for the streets of
San Fransisco on down to South Central
my speech
too hard on the instrumental will get yo club shot up
drugs get rocked up
hustalas settin shop up
runnin from coppas
and helicopters
pourin out Vodka
for all my dead potnas
and make me wanna drop my chopper
and salute
nigga put yo glocks in the air and salute
nigga shoot
only my first three times, nigga recoup
ya'll niggas be bloops
no, publishin givin the loot
to your executive produce
sellin bubble Lex coupes
on loot
beat yo bad bitches in daisy dukes
poppin they cooch
while my fuckin name is introduced
1,2,-1,2
clear my throat, check the mic
1,2 -1,2
How many mutha fuckas wanna smoke?
Whatcha want do?
I throw a tree full blunt into the crowd
snatch a pile of money
probably a thousand
throw it in the crowd
nigga now
Big Poppa style
while I used to be on Section 8
now it's shrimp and lobster now
and livin like a Mobbsta now
an niggas who snitched like Sammy 'The Bulldog'
a final, or Donny Brasco body found in the barrio
wit quatro, cinco hallows
up in Pablo
a Tommyano killa
but never shit across the Mobb though

keep yo mouth closed
we hold the fuckin code of silence
juss give me great beats and violins
my flow is violent
cold as tyrannts
hearin the po-po sirens
live an direct, while you slide yo Vet
niggas think it's real, but chill, it's only a cassette
yes, gangsta shit to the fullest
hollow tip bullets through yo chest
had to dismiss a lot of fake niggas
juss to make scrilla
the industry be tryin to rape niggas
but I'm a straight killa
white as fuck like grade A gorilla
the Mobb niggas used rob niggas fo, Hagan Das nigga
keep a bribe wit her
half a chicken up in a ride nigga
fuck ya'll niggas
I come stompin to eat 'em up like Godzilla
short stoppin my scrilla, nigga my cheddar cheese
celeberty
let my nigga Pac rest in peace
quit fightin
know that God hate ugly niggas
quit bitin
so I shoot you in yo face buddy
What you wanna do?
I got crew
killas from the midwest
to New Jerus, on down to Baton Rouge
niggas bangin screws
the M-O-U crucifixates
if you'se a trick hate
go home and ask yo bitch how my dick taste.
(How my dick taste)
Nigga, M-O-U crucifixates
if you'se a trick hate
ask yo bitch how my dick taste.

*(screaming)*

Oh no!
Oh no!
He's alive!
Godzilla's alive!
Godzilla's alive!
Oh no! You've gotta see it!
This is John Jerry, this is John Jerry reporting from channel 4 news!
You gotta see this!
Call the president!
Godzilla's alive!
Call the president! Tell the president to call the Navy Seals!
He's here, he's steppin on shit!
He's crushing!.....Oh my god!
Godzilla's alive! Oh you got to see this shit!
Oh!

 

[408]

RICHIE RICH-I AINT GOINT DO

Check this out

That's what I ain't gon' do
Ride three gold thangs with one hubcap in white?
Ah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Meet at the club and not try to fuck tonight?
Nah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Marinate, make you niggas wait and not have my shit tight?
Ah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Catch a RÚmy Jones, hit the sto' and only flip a half pint
Nah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Let my big cousin rock my Roley to the club tonight?
Nah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Flip a new Benz and tear my shit up the same night
Ah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Hit that cigar if it ain't filled up with light?
Nah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Meet a bitch and if she don't fuck take the lil' bitch to get a bite?

That's what I ain't gon' do
Youknowmnsayin?
Some shit just ain't gon' happen
That's what I ain't gon' do
Muthafuckas be gettin mad at a nigga, youknowmsayin?
That's what I ain't gon' do
I mean, let Rich be Rich, youknkowmsayin?
That's what I ain't gon' do
That's just a muthafucka get down, youknowmsayin?
Check this

That's what I ain't gon' do
Push a Navigator and not have my shit on dubs?
Ah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Fuck with these squares in the streets who be thinkin they thugs?
Nah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Slang you zipper and the sack ain't go no buds?
That's what I ain't gon' do
Visit my nigga in jail with a pocket full of drugs

That's what I ain't gon' do
Feel that?
That's what I ain't gon' do
Youknowmsayin?
That's what I ain't gon' do
Niggas ain't really knowin, youknowmsayin?
That's what I ain't gon' do
Feel this

That's what I ain't gon' do
Call the right number and then say the wrong name twice?
Ah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Still come through even if I'm bein followed by the vice?
A-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Take you to the mall and buy you a gang of shit?
Ah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Show you how to ball, so you can run and tell the next bitch?
Ah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Ride all day without wanna get my shit wiped?
Ah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Floss high-po and not be sideways to the light?

Ah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Draw down but not let the muthafuckin glock smoke
That's what I ain't gon' do
Go Downtown and run my mouth to them damn white folks

That's what I ain't gon' do
Youknowmsayin?
That's what I ain't gon' do
Certain muthafuckas just ain't really knowin
That's what I ain't gon' do
415...
That's what I ain't gon' do
Richie Rich

That's what I ain't gon' do
See the five-o and try to swing a type donut?
Ah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Be the nigga at the bar talkin shit but outside throwin up
Ah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Let baby tell me what I'm doin with my weekly check
Ah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Try hard to be the man and hit the club with a fake Rolex

That's what I ain't gon' do
What?
That's what I ain't gon' do
Not me, baby (Not Double)
That's what I ain't gon' do
Some niggas is original
That's what I ain't gon' do
Youknowmsayin?
Check this out, man

That's what I ain't gon' do
Fuck no bitch on the first night bare cap raw
Ah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Kiss no bitch that I heard had a hell of a jaw
Nah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Fuck with my nigga 40 Water when he slappin them balls
Ah-ah, that's what I ain't gon' do
Try to bust a left in the hood when I see Tom Jones
Look, that's what I ain't gon' do
Use your studio if you say I can't blow my weed?
That's what I ain't gon' do
Pull the panties off and still hit it if it startin to bleed?
Ew, that's what I ain't gon' do
Be the second knowin damn well I coulda been the first
Check it, that's what I ain't gon' do
Stop spittin that same-ass line 'if you scared go to church'

That's what I ain't gon' do
We gon' bounce on this one
That's what I ain't gon' do
All my niggas.. we finna do it
That's what I ain't gon' do
They gon' have to, they gon' have to give us this
That's what I ain't gon' do
Niggas ain't really knowin it's all about the hoes
That's what I ain't gon' do
Dedicated to all my real niggas, you know
That's what they ain't gon' do
They ain't gon' do it
That's what I ain't gon' do
Youknowmsayin?
Feel that




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