Luniz - My Buddy Lyrics
Me and youMy buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy[daz] and you know thatMe and youMy buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddyMe and youMy buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddyMe and youMy buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddyMe and youVerse 1: daz dillinger, knumbskull[daz]Who can fade it, two assassins up on the micBlastin, askin no questions,When they catch you in a gunfightKaboom!We still mash as a teamAs we mash for our dreamsActin hood niggas for greenIts dillinger, forfillin,Makin a low outta killinPullin scandalous jeansForfillin fantasy dreamsCatch me on a costa ricaWith a island full of weed, money and *****esOn a boat for sweet[knumbskull]See when Im yellinInternational help meNo colorlines on myUgly and fineYou can sell meIm glad folks think the same way as I doCause I stab *****es way down in the bayouWould you make way for two moFo blows, like you have hoesStamp a nation wide through the ghettoFore youngsters, hennesy sponsorsWith fore youngsters on aQuarter of the map now I do[daz]I spin mayor loot and khaki suitsNikes and cripsacks,Wetsuits and leather bootsI block niggas twice with thighsBuck with a .45Make you open while you blast at the parking lot[knumbskull]What you speakin onWanna go through itDrink a lot, made from fluidScrump *****, dont you hear the musicMy buddy, daz dilly and knubskullyYou will be thankedWith youre petty pang pettyChorus: x2What, what, what, what youre livin hereTo live the life that gangstas do(my buddy, my buddy [repeats])Verse 2: kurupt, yukmouth[kurupt]Check it outNo ***** ass niggas, no funny ass hoesDogg pound gangstas drippin in low-lowsYou aint all about the homiesYou besta check the faultPencils, playin niggas in the crowd styleThinkin bout the row outta townWith the heater ***** bust a million roundsDogg pound internationalsDrippin off foolsWhile the dock can bustThe facility touch[yukmouth]I made the game down correctAnd kissed my belt like I was james brownSpin around with the twist on the ground(? )Turn a diss in the poundDogg pound live around,Niggas hittin the ground***** around and get shot upI tear shit upYou can ask puffLet m.c.s, mary j. b. and jodeciAbout that nigga yuk means the hardcoreYoure kicked off tourFor piss marking on the hotel floor[kurupt]G riders, we ride, dp rideGet the mashin niggasOr the mat see automatic,Get the blastin niggasShakin nigga, bankin niggaQuit the heaterStop blankin niggas[yukmouth]Im jack styleSurrounded by weed smokeSee me and my peoples in the club,Thugged up, suited in steet clothesWe roll, cut doughCause we soOn triple gold, see hoesWith weed with me and my amigoChorus x2Verse 3: the luniz, tha dogg pound[knumbskull]Who did that, who shittedWho spoke on the ghetto row, youWho supa-dupu flyyyyyI gave it to the test players I will come back[kurupt]Why dont you meet me over in the o, homieCause when I get there,The hoes will be all off on meI know yall got a gang of *****es...[daz]...ha, haAnd like fabulous thangs and livin life persutiveIn nights machine dippinWith a pocket full of c-notesCruise the block with a 9 lookin for weed-oAnd oh yeah, who got the gangsta shitDaz and kurupt and knumbskull and yuk for shit *****[yukmouth]Im still a player, pop the slingerIce-cream and (? )Rockin hillfiger just like a dadaI rock around the house of rockwilder,Just like a mobsterTime to clock me, daz, kurupt and knumb in the impalaChorus x2
