Bonus Track - Dru Down, Luniz

What’s up, miznan?

Driznu Diznown, miznan

I seen Tiznask all in front of the house, miznan

A nigga was triznippin', man—what happened?

I woke up and started my morning with beef, hash, and coffee

I thinking about this rookie ass cop named McCarthy

They keep on jackin'—oh, is there a problem, sir?

I know there’s not, so what the fuck did you stop me for?

That’s the type of shit I’m talking right there

A lame ass cop a pumpin' nursery fear

Take the badge and the belt off, huh, and get a sawed off

And blow your muthafuckin' head straight off

Now, I’m running from the po-po's, get in front of

I’m jettin', getting quicker ‘cause I’m gonna, dip

A devastating leap over the fence

I hit the ground and the right and commence

To put my muthafuckin' after-burners on

After me, he hit the fence but I’m gone

He stomped his feet, he’s getting angry, saying «Damn!»

About this time, I’m in the Cougar with the slam

I see these silly dilly daffy duckin' bitches

They’re my potnas but they wanna ride to Bridges

I said «okay» and them in and what the fuck

One light, one dark, and both with big butts

But soon I pulled away from the curb

The Task was on my ass, there go my nerves

I’m getting jittery but the hoes couldn’t see

I had a stack in my drawers worth a G

I made a move and when I did, there goes the siren

But what do you know, the bitches out my roof firing

A gunshots through the window to the head and now they’re dead

And I don’t give a fuck about the punk wonder bread

So ya see, it was a job well done

Congratulated the hoes with the drank and bomb, huh

We hit Bridges, dropped the hoes off immediately

And being the player that I am, I continue to be

I’m still riding as I shoot through the big Melrose

And muthafuckas getting jacked, stripped head to toe, bro

But what do you know, mayne, Dru Down is steady packin'

I got somethin' when they keep jackin', see

Like that, miznan?

(Yeah, fuck the police)

Now I’m finna introduce my potna Numskull from the Luni Tunz

Finna kick this jailhouse shit

I just got out of muthafuckin' jailhouse

I heard more stories than soaps that niggas tell before they bail out

Before I hit the first bullpen or holding

Cell, I heard more muthafuckas say that they was rollin'

Be sellin' dope in the East

At least got fits, cars, bitches, and a couple of ki’s

Don’t do no homework in school but he passin' still

One nigga said he fucked more bitches than Massengill

Got a bitch, 36, with a husband too

He don’t sell weight but you know that his cousin do

You need somethin', he can get it, it’s all good, bro

Got hella scratch but no money on his books though

His mom’s rich ‘cause the bitch owns Nexxus

No, he’s not hungry but he’s the first to run for breakfast

Now he bragging about the shit that his kid has

And he said he smoked more weed than zig-zags

He takes a 40 to the face every morning

Swear up and down that the hoes, they be swarming

Around his ass ‘cause he famous

But to make shit worse, he even lies about what his name is

Now this was the whopper

Slut said he heard a nigga say he had a gold helicopter

Come on, that shit is wicked

Why these muthafuckas always lying just to kick it?

With that jailhouse shit

Now I’m finna Yiznukmiznouth, the other Luni Tun

Tell ‘em how it is, man, when you finna hit that major lick

Up on the late night, loading clips, holding shit to myself

About to jack this trick but he’s rollin' thick

Thicker than my dick, so you know he’s livin' phat

Plush ass Rolls Royce, a condo way in Sac

I’m saying that he tried to have me offed

And give it to boss, it didn’t work

And first of all, I know the muthafuckin' turf

Just like the back of my hand, the man tried to pull the lick

Shot the four-fifth, fucked up good ‘cause he missed

I’m over the hills and through the woods at grandma’s house just plottin'

Niggas are mad because I got shit sewn like a stocking

His hoes jockin', knots be walking fast past him

Because they know Yukmouth got the creamery for them

And M&M peanut can’t match up to the candy that we nuts

Got in the plastic bag stashed way in the cut

He must don’t know I know the hoe he fuck with

And I’m a nigga that can verify she suck dick

But uh, shit got deep, deeper than shit’s creek

As soon as the bitch beep, she gon' tell me where the trick sleep

Then I’ma go pimp this old shit

And if you act bold, bitch, I’m letting off the whole clip

In your ass, in your kids' ass, and if your black ass brother slip

I got another clip for his ass

Because the game is some real shit

Two dicks don’t click, but never try to play me like a little bitch

Nigga…

Yeah, C&H crew, you understand me?

Dru Down and Luni muthafuckin' Tunz, yeah

Flow like this, somethin' to ride to