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S.E.A.G. &Amp; Yuk Is Ridin - текст песни



S.E.A.G. &Amp; Yuk Is Ridin'


(feat. Yukmouth)



[Seagram talking]



Break these mutha fuckas off.

You know what I'm saying?



[Verse 1: Seagram]



It's the Seagsta

rollin late

patrolin interstates

holdin a Mac-8

says, "Niggas got to face"

the Golden State

Warrior

lookin for drug corriors and employers to destroy us

they confiscate your pape's and your narcotics

niggas gettin took like antibiotics

then dumped like toxic

waste

then erased off the planet

by the bandit leave you stranded empty handed the way I planned it

damn it feels good to be a jacker

no longer a stragler

knockin out more factors than Haglar

it's the number one playa hata

an while you talkin about me punks

I'm fuckin off yo paper

major lick is in progress

so I sugguest you go into hidin

cuz S.E.A.G. & Yuk Is Ridin

on a mission like Apollo 13

hollows in the AR-15 nigga

you know the team.



[Verse 2: Yukmouth]



(Uh)

We from that Vill mutha fuckas

time to rob an steal mutha fuckas grip

peel mutha fuckas wit the four-fifth, unload the whole clip an leave a mutha

fucka stiff

(quick to) pull licks

an jack shit

he got scratch wit gats under the matress (whoa!)

tell me the mutha fuckin ac'rate directions

to the Rolex's safe

flexin a weapon in yo face

enough to make a nigga shit in his drawls

here take it, it's ya'lls

then got attacked by a big ass dog

Rotwiler, bitin locked on my arm, no

Seag shot the chopper til it let my arm go

cuz it's mo drama than an Opera

duct tape him up propa

then put him in the trunk of the fuckin Mazda

straight hoorida

6-5 Mobbsta

eatin lobsta

now we livin like the Godfatha

holla at yo potna

we gettin off zips for 6

an kicks

to break down the bricks

major chips nigga, then split bitch!



[Chorus: Seagram & Yukmouth]



If mo-nay ain't makin mo-nay

ya straight breakin mo-nay off.

(To floss because it cost to be the boss.)

Who's the mizan wit the master plan?

(Ain't nothin but sweat inside our hands.)



[Verse 3: Seagram]



I gots to holla at my peoples Yuk

cuz these ese's was bustin at a nigga by the burrito truck

the amigo struck

retaliation

jumped in a 7-duce Mally

station

wagon

assassin's blastin to retire me

expire me

but I returned his fire G

inquires of what's goin on

hit Yuk on the phone

meet me in the Vill, nigga it's on.



[Verse 4: Yukmouth]



At 2 O'clock

I threw the glocks in the GTO

meet peoples

gotta mobb wit the Y.G.T.O.

only one fold

like Commando strapped wit ammo

light 'em up

blow 'em out like candles

handle the business left only one witness

so we can get this

ese we got fo randsom off our shit list

or get yo mutha fuckin wig split

we want 3 mill tickets an if there's funk then niggas deal wit it.



[Verse 5: Seagram]



It's on mutha fuckas you've been done by the enforcer

pullin no shorts

he'll die slow

of torture

scorch your homie wit hot grease tiger

or pull out his dick an burn his shit wit a lighter.



[Verse 6: Yukmouth]



I got a page from the amigo

he said we go way back, I got half the scratch an the rest is kilos

so we go

meet up at Denny's an Erie's to exchange thangs

don't try to mutha fuckin gang bang.



[Verse 7: Seagram]



Now everything went as planned

got the mail and the yayo in our mutha fuckin hands

we gon' keep our side of the mutha fuckin bargin

you're homies in a trunk off of Caddy on Harmon.



[Verse 8: Yukmouth]



On my way to the East wit my Oakland ass grammar

Seag bought a house off the beach up in Tampa

makin cream like Hammer

had to expand from the land

wit scrilla up in our pants

on the fa reala understands me??!!!

Biatch!!

Yeah!!

One time fo tha 9.

Uh.

Two times fo tha trigga.

Nigga.

From the.... VILLA



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