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Album: Operation Stackola
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Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*
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Posted up in the cut
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to make a buck I had to sell nuff drugs
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showed up, an rolled up, bubbled wit tough thugs that love to bust slugs
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I had much love, from dope fiends
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plug 'em wit mo cream, my dangla
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used to sport Wranglers wit Pro Wings
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fa sho green-ery stacked up, that macked up
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quick to put the gat up an blast on niggaz that act up
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snatched the scratch up, quick hit the back fence loc
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I been broke, rollin through yo mutha fuckin hood in trench coats
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wit double barrels get yo narrow ass on the ground
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I'm not play, I don't play though
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I'm out to get yo pay roll
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say hoe, you get yo monkey ass stomped wit the steel toe
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fucked in the game like a dildo
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from the Vill hoe
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to the mutha fuckin Fil-Mo fo real though
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none can get wit this sick wit it man slaughter
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practice lookin harder than 40 Water
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niggaz all over claimin they foldin weight
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I caught yo slippin, rippin that duct tape over yo face an off the
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Golden Gate
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let go, I'm down to break jaws when I takes all's
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yo cash, blast that ass won't last fo one mo day like Nate Dog
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break laws
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leathal weapon like Danny
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slangin candy
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livin lavish about my cabbage understands me.
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*(Chorus- Knumskull)* x2
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Can't slang cream, can't lay low
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quick to pull licks for some paper to fold
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it ain't me fuck gettin fronted
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(Gaffled an licks I done it, that's why a nigga always gets blunted.)
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Verse 2 *(Knumskull)*
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I see what you see, but you don't see what I see
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mill an zips come up the whole grip like Kadafi
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20 years of age, waitin fo the say someone say cap me
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a whole line of felonies on my rap sheet
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any means to make loot in the East Oakland Bay route
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it's all about makin mail fuck bein cute (whoo)
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that's the sound when it's time to lay down my hustle
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why there's so many bubbles, I choose to throw rocks like Barney Rubble
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can't lie back, wit a gang of top scratch
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I gots to move on, an scoot on
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now mutha fucka can you buy that?
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lay low make no mistakes, make it successful
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an if a nigga run up then make his chest full
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I toss niggaz that try to struggle off me
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cross me
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a gang of jelousy because I'm saucy
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it's not my fault that I grew to become a licksta
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instead I say moms meetin pops was a mix up
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pick up
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hennessy got my brain runnin quicka than I can think
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adrenaline pumpin about to faint
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ain't no shame
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can't be no 9 to 5 nigga
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the "O" is where I'm from, so I gots to survive nigga.
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*(chorus)* x2
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Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)*
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Nigga notice I'm broke wit a loaded four-fifth gat
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the real nigga rolled an showed us where you hide yo doe an shit at
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he did juss that, showed me where the kicks at
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an big scratch told Knum to come nigga lets get that.
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Verse 4 *(Knumskull)*
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Yuk pull over
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park the Nova
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tonight's the night, so I hope you write about the yola
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I hold the Mag, lookin for the attack
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search the whole fuckin crib cuz I know he got scratch.
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Verse 5 *(Yukmouth)*
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Creep up the mutha fuckin stairs wit the ski mask
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on the second floor in the drawer there should be cash
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but we laugh
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cuz we see task cars right next door
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but we poor, no budget fuck it, so kick down the door.
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Verse 6 *(Knumskull)*
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Boom kick it once
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boom kick it twice
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three times it's breakin an have the fuckin building shakin
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make our way through the house nothin less nothin more
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(where the kicks at??!!)
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I think they in the third drawer.
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Verse 7 *(Yukmouth)*
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There's more
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an that's a fa sho-sho I got the doe, now we up out the door
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before the neighbors call po-po
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to the mobile, to count the real deal bank roll
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in my sock, I rub daily cuz it's scratchin my ankle.
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Verse 8 *(Knumskull)*
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It's morn-ing
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we unleash to the streets
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wit 12 g's a piece
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headed straight to the East
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better recognize this game is bought to be sold
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that's why I pull licks fo some paper to fold.
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*(Chorus)* x2
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BIA-TCH!!
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Operation Stackola
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