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Yukmouth\nKnumskull, we bout to do this shit man, fo the 9-Fever, check it out\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me\nWell it's the run of the mill nigga\nThe Vill niggas, that spill niggas guts to the fullest\nFill niggas up wit bullets\nKill niggas, Yuk don't bullshit\nAnd I pull licks if I have to, no laughter\nOr chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya\nWhen it's the wig split\nCome wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo\n'Cause ya fuckin' either two\nOf yo baby ma'mas\nGot 'em on camera\nDoin' a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, and a 40 up her booty hole\nFo sho, I pimp nights like Gladys\nNiggas better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an automatic\nSo crack ends, givin' me jaw, I be call fuckin around wit mo ups & downs\nThen a see-saw\nSometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla\nWho got all the bitches lost in the motions like Paula\nBalla than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee\nMight be off the 40 'cause I'm OG like Ice-T\nYa dig?\nSmoke hoes, an coke hoes, are somethin' like the same\nOne fo' the white dope, one fo' the nigga that's in the game\nNow I know bitches that say \"Richard, do what ya wanna\"\nBut like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner\nMy 7-duce, produce, 'cause the zues was pissed off\nI'm still gettin' zips off\nNiggas feelin' ripped off, an clipped off\nUntil they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru\nNow what you wanna do?\nIt's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues\nThat's what they cost in the store, yeah\nAn you can reach, but you can not touch\nEver figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?\nIf you scared go to church, I know it hurts\nTo find out, she works for me\nBrought me that Jeep\nThat's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut\nThat way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to fuck\n'Cause we\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nothin' nice, Dru Down, let\nMe hear ya\nI'm steadily stackin' up on the green\nBallas will use the triple beam\nShot calla use they words\nHustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served\nNow observe the definition of the pimp-mode\nI take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin' mobile, really though\nDoe is what I love, so what's up?\nNigga who you tellin', that life always been tough\nNigga I had it rough\nAn nigga it ain't no bluff\nAn partner I had my own mama sufferin', that's somethin'\nYeah okay\nI turned straight into a hustla\nCrap on bustas\nSkrilla fo reala from them suckas\nI gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door\nReady to bubble\nI turned into a balla, shot calla\nTwo for twamp\nWith in a year I'm back on the spot\nZippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, I'm wicked\nBitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy\nFour-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggas love me\nAn I'll be sure the next time niggas see me I'll be high\nDo or die, throwin' up the 5, in the 5th lane right\nSide, I'm watchin' the rearview juss for po-po's\nI swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that\nHo\nFa sho, G-A fo checks\nPimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block\nWit 4 techs\nNiggas on this, on the move in many\nPlenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's\nThat ain't my thang ruger\nIt's good to roll skrill that's the best thang\nMy S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that\nAn issued this game\nMy buddies, who ever can better my Operation Stackola\nSmack, mack, the greenery an crackola\nHomies wanna be down rollin' big stacks\nYou wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack\nSo sick wid it\nThat's why I shitted on raps fo luck\nI'm like what ever it takes to make a buck\nCould never be stuck\nI'm facin' a life of brokeness already\nFuck the pain, it just make sense for me to stay on my hustle and game\nBlame no nigga for my down fall\nBut pimpin' is the final frontier, I gets around y'all\nWe all\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\nT for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\nT for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\nBitch believe me, ah-ya ahaha","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.64] Nigga, what's hap'nin?\n[00:04.73] Who we got in here?\n[00:06.03] Nigga, ain't this the last album\n[00:08.01] Fuck that, we got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth\n[00:11.05] Knumskull, we bout to do this shit man, fo the 9-Fever, check it out\n[00:16.01] Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\n[00:21.54] T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me\n[00:26.58] Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\n[00:32.89] T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me\n[00:35.99] Well it's the run of the mill nigga\n[00:37.72] The Vill niggas, that spill niggas guts to the fullest\n[00:40.10] Fill niggas up wit bullets\n[00:41.65] Kill niggas, Yuk don't bullshit\n[00:43.06] And I pull licks if I have to, no laughter\n[00:45.99] Or chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya\n[00:48.49] When it's the wig split\n[00:49.66] Come wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo\n[00:51.86] 'Cause ya fuckin' either two\n[00:54.03] Of yo baby ma'mas\n[00:55.58] Got 'em on camera\n[00:56.72] Doin' a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, and a 40 up her booty hole\n[01:00.61] Fo sho, I pimp nights like Gladys\n[01:02.41] Niggas better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an automatic\n[01:05.98] So crack ends, givin' me jaw, I be call fuckin around wit mo ups & downs\n[01:10.33] Then a see-saw\n[01:11.22] Sometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla\n[01:14.16] Who got all the bitches lost in the motions like Paula\n[01:17.14] Balla than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee\n[01:19.55] Might be off the 40 'cause I'm OG like Ice-T\n[01:22.28] Ya dig?\n[01:22.77] Smoke hoes, an coke hoes, are somethin' like the same\n[01:25.23] One fo' the white dope, one fo' the nigga that's in the game\n[01:28.04] Now I know bitches that say \"Richard, do what ya wanna\"\n[01:31.00] But like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner\n[01:34.07] My 7-duce, produce, 'cause the zues was pissed off\n[01:37.32] I'm still gettin' zips off\n[01:39.01] Niggas feelin' ripped off, an clipped off\n[01:41.58] Until they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru\n[01:44.05] Now what you wanna do?\n[01:45.21] It's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues\n[01:49.03] That's what they cost in the store, yeah\n[01:51.28] An you can reach, but you can not touch\n[01:53.50] Ever figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?\n[01:56.38] If you scared go to church, I know it hurts\n[01:59.03] To find out, she works for me\n[02:00.75] Brought me that Jeep\n[02:01.99] That's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut\n[02:04.96] That way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to fuck\n[02:07.99] 'Cause we\n[02:08.42] Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\n[02:14.23] T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me\n[02:19.65] Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\n[02:25.48] T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nothin' nice, Dru Down, let\n[02:30.53] Me hear ya\n[02:31.00] I'm steadily stackin' up on the green\n[02:31.90] Ballas will use the triple beam\n[02:33.47] Shot calla use they words\n[02:34.44] Hustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served\n[02:37.26] Now observe the definition of the pimp-mode\n[02:39.79] I take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin' mobile, really though\n[02:43.07] Doe is what I love, so what's up?\n[02:45.04] Nigga who you tellin', that life always been tough\n[02:48.00] Nigga I had it rough\n[02:49.36] An nigga it ain't no bluff\n[02:50.78] An partner I had my own mama sufferin', that's somethin'\n[02:53.89] Yeah okay\n[02:54.68] I turned straight into a hustla\n[02:56.78] Crap on bustas\n[02:57.72] Skrilla fo reala from them suckas\n[03:00.01] I gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door\n[03:02.27] Ready to bubble\n[03:03.10] I turned into a balla, shot calla\n[03:05.33] Two for twamp\n[03:06.22] With in a year I'm back on the spot\n[03:08.25] Zippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, I'm wicked\n[03:11.90] Bitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy\n[03:13.88] Four-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggas love me\n[03:16.74] An I'll be sure the next time niggas see me I'll be high\n[03:19.36] Do or die, throwin' up the 5, in the 5th lane right\n[03:22.62] Side, I'm watchin' the rearview juss for po-po's\n[03:25.37] I swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that\n[03:28.31] Ho\n[03:28.69] Fa sho, G-A fo checks\n[03:30.36] Pimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block\n[03:33.64] Wit 4 techs\n[03:34.48] Niggas on this, on the move in many\n[03:36.32] Plenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's\n[03:38.33] That ain't my thang ruger\n[03:39.61] It's good to roll skrill that's the best thang\n[03:41.91] My S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that\n[03:44.80] An issued this game\n[03:45.60] My buddies, who ever can better my Operation Stackola\n[03:48.67] Smack, mack, the greenery an crackola\n[03:51.19] Homies wanna be down rollin' big stacks\n[03:53.11] You wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack\n[03:56.16] So sick wid it\n[03:56.97] That's why I shitted on raps fo luck\n[03:59.66] I'm like what ever it takes to make a buck\n[04:01.71] Could never be stuck\n[04:03.07] I'm facin' a life of brokeness already\n[04:05.01] Fuck the pain, it just make sense for me to stay on my hustle and game\n[04:08.08] Blame no nigga for my down fall\n[04:10.36] But pimpin' is the final frontier, I gets around y'all\n[04:13.12] We all\n[04:13.81] Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\n[04:19.67] T for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me\n[04:24.90] Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\n[04:31.05] T for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me\n[04:47.38] Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\n[04:56.16] Bitch believe me, ah-ya ahaha","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pimps, Playas & Hustlas\n  artist: Luniz\n  album: Operation Stackola (Explicit Retail)\n  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Yukmouth\n  Knumskull, we bout to do this shit man, fo the 9-Fever, check it out\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me\n  Well it's the run of the mill nigga\n  The Vill niggas, that spill niggas guts to the fullest\n  Fill niggas up wit bullets\n  Kill niggas, Yuk don't bullshit\n  And I pull licks if I have to, no laughter\n  Or chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya\n  When it's the wig split\n  Come wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo\n  'Cause ya fuckin' either two\n  Of yo baby ma'mas\n  Got 'em on camera\n  Doin' a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, and a 40 up her booty hole\n  Fo sho, I pimp nights like Gladys\n  Niggas better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an automatic\n  So crack ends, givin' me jaw, I be call fuckin around wit mo ups & downs\n  Then a see-saw\n  Sometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla\n  Who got all the bitches lost in the motions like Paula\n  Balla than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee\n  Might be off the 40 'cause I'm OG like Ice-T\n  Ya dig?\n  Smoke hoes, an coke hoes, are somethin' like the same\n  One fo' the white dope, one fo' the nigga that's in the game\n  Now I know bitches that say \"Richard, do what ya wanna\"\n  But like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner\n  My 7-duce, produce, 'cause the zues was pissed off\n  I'm still gettin' zips off\n  Niggas feelin' ripped off, an clipped off\n  Until they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru\n  Now what you wanna do?\n  It's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues\n  That's what they cost in the store, yeah\n  An you can reach, but you can not touch\n  Ever figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?\n  If you scared go to church, I know it hurts\n  To find 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Skrilla fo reala from them suckas\n  I gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door\n  Ready to bubble\n  I turned into a balla, shot calla\n  Two for twamp\n  With in a year I'm back on the spot\n  Zippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, I'm wicked\n  Bitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy\n  Four-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggas love me\n  An I'll be sure the next time niggas see me I'll be high\n  Do or die, throwin' up the 5, in the 5th lane right\n  Side, I'm watchin' the rearview juss for po-po's\n  I swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that\n  Ho\n  Fa sho, G-A fo checks\n  Pimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block\n  Wit 4 techs\n  Niggas on this, on the move in many\n  Plenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's\n  That ain't my thang ruger\n  It's good to roll skrill that's the best thang\n  My S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that\n  An issued this game\n  My buddies, who ever can better my Operation Stackola\n  Smack, mack, the greenery an crackola\n  Homies wanna be down rollin' big stacks\n  You wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack\n  So sick wid it\n  That's why I shitted on raps fo luck\n  I'm like what ever it takes to make a buck\n  Could never be stuck\n  I'm facin' a life of brokeness already\n  Fuck the pain, it just make sense for me to stay on my hustle and game\n  Blame no nigga for my down fall\n  But pimpin' is the final frontier, I gets around y'all\n  We all\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\n  T for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\n  T for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\n  Bitch believe me, ah-ya ahaha\n"},{"id":23631783,"name":"Pimps, Playas & Hustlas","trackName":"Pimps, Playas & 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Yukmouth\nKnumskull, we bout to do this shit man, fo the 9-Fever, check it out\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me\nWell it's the run of the mill nigga\nThe Vill niggas, that spill niggas guts to the fullest\nFill niggas up wit bullets\nKill niggas, Yuk don't bullshit\nAnd I pull licks if I have to, no laughter\nOr chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya\nWhen it's the wig split\nCome wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo\n'Cause ya fuckin' either two\nOf yo baby ma'mas\nGot 'em on camera\nDoin' a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, and a 40 up her booty hole\nFo sho, I pimp nights like Gladys\nNiggas better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an automatic\nSo crack ends, givin' me jaw, I be call fuckin around wit mo ups & downs\nThen a see-saw\nSometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla\nWho got all the bitches lost in the motions like Paula\nBalla than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee\nMight be off the 40 'cause I'm OG like Ice-T\nYa dig?\nSmoke hoes, an coke hoes, are somethin' like the same\nOne fo' the white dope, one fo' the nigga that's in the game\nNow I know bitches that say \"Richard, do what ya wanna\"\nBut like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner\nMy 7-duce, produce, 'cause the zues was pissed off\nI'm still gettin' zips off\nNiggas feelin' ripped off, an clipped off\nUntil they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru\nNow what you wanna do?\nIt's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues\nThat's what they cost in the store, yeah\nAn you can reach, but you can not touch\nEver figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?\nIf you scared go to church, I know it hurts\nTo find out, she works for me\nBrought me that Jeep\nThat's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut\nThat way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to fuck\n'Cause we\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nothin' nice, Dru Down, let\nMe hear ya\nI'm steadily stackin' up on the green\nBallas will use the triple beam\nShot calla use they words\nHustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served\nNow observe the definition of the pimp-mode\nI take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin' mobile, really though\nDoe is what I love, so what's up?\nNigga who you tellin', that life always been tough\nNigga I had it rough\nAn nigga it ain't no bluff\nAn partner I had my own mama sufferin', that's somethin'\nYeah okay\nI turned straight into a hustla\nCrap on bustas\nSkrilla fo reala from them suckas\nI gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door\nReady to bubble\nI turned into a balla, shot calla\nTwo for twamp\nWith in a year I'm back on the spot\nZippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, I'm wicked\nBitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy\nFour-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggas love me\nAn I'll be sure the next time niggas see me I'll be high\nDo or die, throwin' up the 5, in the 5th lane right\nSide, I'm watchin' the rearview juss for po-po's\nI swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that\nHo\nFa sho, G-A fo checks\nPimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block\nWit 4 techs\nNiggas on this, on the move in many\nPlenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's\nThat ain't my thang ruger\nIt's good to roll skrill that's the best thang\nMy S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that\nAn issued this game\nMy buddies, who ever can better my Operation Stackola\nSmack, mack, the greenery an crackola\nHomies wanna be down rollin' big stacks\nYou wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack\nSo sick wid it\nThat's why I shitted on raps fo luck\nI'm like what ever it takes to make a buck\nCould never be stuck\nI'm facin' a life of brokeness already\nFuck the pain, it just make sense for me to stay on my hustle and game\nBlame no nigga for my down fall\nBut pimpin' is the final frontier, I gets around y'all\nWe all\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\nT for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\nT for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\nBitch believe me, ah-ya ahaha","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.64] Nigga, what's hap'nin?\n[00:04.73] Who we got in here?\n[00:06.03] Nigga, ain't this the last album\n[00:08.01] Fuck that, we got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) 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was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru\n[01:44.05] Now what you wanna do?\n[01:45.21] It's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues\n[01:49.03] That's what they cost in the store, yeah\n[01:51.28] An you can reach, but you can not touch\n[01:53.50] Ever figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?\n[01:56.38] If you scared go to church, I know it hurts\n[01:59.03] To find out, she works for me\n[02:00.75] Brought me that Jeep\n[02:01.99] That's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut\n[02:04.96] That way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to fuck\n[02:07.99] 'Cause we\n[02:08.42] Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\n[02:14.23] T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me\n[02:19.65] Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\n[02:25.48] T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nothin' nice, Dru Down, let\n[02:30.53] Me hear ya\n[02:31.00] I'm steadily stackin' up on the green\n[02:31.90] Ballas will use the triple beam\n[02:33.47] Shot calla use they words\n[02:34.44] Hustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served\n[02:37.26] Now observe the definition of the pimp-mode\n[02:39.79] I take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin' mobile, really though\n[02:43.07] Doe is what I love, so what's up?\n[02:45.04] Nigga who you tellin', that life always been tough\n[02:48.00] Nigga I had it rough\n[02:49.36] An nigga it ain't no bluff\n[02:50.78] An partner I had my own mama sufferin', that's somethin'\n[02:53.89] Yeah okay\n[02:54.68] I turned straight into a hustla\n[02:56.78] Crap on bustas\n[02:57.72] Skrilla fo reala from them suckas\n[03:00.01] I gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door\n[03:02.27] Ready to bubble\n[03:03.10] I turned into a balla, shot calla\n[03:05.33] Two for twamp\n[03:06.22] With in a year I'm back on the spot\n[03:08.25] Zippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, I'm wicked\n[03:11.90] Bitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy\n[03:13.88] Four-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggas love me\n[03:16.74] An I'll be sure the next time niggas see me I'll be high\n[03:19.36] Do or die, throwin' up the 5, in the 5th lane right\n[03:22.62] Side, I'm watchin' the rearview juss for po-po's\n[03:25.37] I swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that\n[03:28.31] Ho\n[03:28.69] Fa sho, G-A fo checks\n[03:30.36] Pimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block\n[03:33.64] Wit 4 techs\n[03:34.48] Niggas on this, on the move in many\n[03:36.32] Plenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's\n[03:38.33] That ain't my thang ruger\n[03:39.61] It's good to roll skrill that's the best thang\n[03:41.91] My S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that\n[03:44.80] An issued this game\n[03:45.60] My buddies, who ever can better my Operation Stackola\n[03:48.67] Smack, mack, the greenery an crackola\n[03:51.19] Homies wanna be down rollin' big stacks\n[03:53.11] You wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack\n[03:56.16] So sick wid it\n[03:56.97] That's why I shitted on raps fo luck\n[03:59.66] I'm like what ever it takes to make a buck\n[04:01.71] Could never be stuck\n[04:03.07] I'm facin' a life of brokeness already\n[04:05.01] Fuck the pain, it just make sense for me to stay on my hustle and game\n[04:08.08] Blame no nigga for my down fall\n[04:10.36] But pimpin' is the final frontier, I gets around y'all\n[04:13.12] We all\n[04:13.81] Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\n[04:19.67] T for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me\n[04:24.90] Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\n[04:31.05] T for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me\n[04:47.38] Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\n[04:56.16] Bitch believe me, ah-ya ahaha","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pimps, Playas & Hustlas\n  artist: Luniz\n  album: Operation Stackola\n  duration_ms: 302000\n  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Yukmouth\n  Knumskull, we bout to do this shit man, fo the 9-Fever, check it out\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me\n  Well it's the run of the mill nigga\n  The Vill niggas, that spill niggas guts to the fullest\n  Fill niggas up wit bullets\n  Kill niggas, Yuk don't bullshit\n  And I pull licks if I have to, no laughter\n  Or chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya\n  When it's the wig split\n  Come wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo\n  'Cause ya fuckin' either two\n  Of yo baby ma'mas\n  Got 'em on camera\n  Doin' a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, and a 40 up her booty hole\n  Fo sho, I pimp nights like Gladys\n  Niggas better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an automatic\n  So crack ends, givin' me jaw, I be call fuckin around wit mo ups & downs\n  Then a see-saw\n  Sometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla\n  Who got all the bitches lost in the motions like Paula\n  Balla than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee\n  Might be off the 40 'cause I'm OG like Ice-T\n  Ya dig?\n  Smoke hoes, an coke hoes, are somethin' like the same\n  One fo' the white dope, one fo' the nigga that's in the game\n  Now I know bitches that say \"Richard, do what ya wanna\"\n  But like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner\n  My 7-duce, produce, 'cause the zues was pissed off\n  I'm still gettin' zips off\n  Niggas feelin' ripped off, an clipped off\n  Until they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru\n  Now what you wanna do?\n  It's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues\n  That's what they cost in the store, yeah\n  An you can reach, but you can not touch\n  Ever figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?\n  If you scared go to church, I know it hurts\n  To find out, she works for me\n  Brought me that Jeep\n  That's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut\n  That way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to fuck\n  'Cause we\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nothin' nice, Dru Down, let\n  Me hear ya\n  I'm steadily stackin' up on the green\n  Ballas will use the triple beam\n  Shot calla use they words\n  Hustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served\n  Now observe the definition of the pimp-mode\n  I take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin' mobile, really though\n  Doe is what I love, so what's up?\n  Nigga who you tellin', that life always been tough\n  Nigga I had it rough\n  An nigga it ain't no bluff\n  An partner I had my own mama sufferin', that's somethin'\n  Yeah okay\n  I turned straight into a hustla\n  Crap on bustas\n  Skrilla fo reala from them suckas\n  I gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door\n  Ready to bubble\n  I turned into a balla, shot calla\n  Two for twamp\n  With in a year I'm back on the spot\n  Zippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, I'm wicked\n  Bitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy\n  Four-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggas love me\n  An I'll be sure the next time niggas see me I'll be high\n  Do or die, throwin' up the 5, in the 5th lane right\n  Side, I'm watchin' the rearview juss for po-po's\n  I swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that\n  Ho\n  Fa sho, G-A fo checks\n  Pimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block\n  Wit 4 techs\n  Niggas on this, on the move in many\n  Plenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's\n  That ain't my thang ruger\n  It's good to roll skrill that's the best thang\n  My S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that\n  An issued this game\n  My buddies, who ever can better my Operation Stackola\n  Smack, mack, the greenery an crackola\n  Homies wanna be down rollin' big stacks\n  You wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack\n  So sick wid it\n  That's why I shitted on raps fo luck\n  I'm like what ever it takes to make a buck\n  Could never be stuck\n  I'm facin' a life of brokeness already\n  Fuck the pain, it just make sense for me to stay on my hustle and game\n  Blame no nigga for my down fall\n  But pimpin' is the final frontier, I gets around y'all\n  We all\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\n  T for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\n  T for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us\n  Bitch believe me, ah-ya ahaha\n"},{"id":11378426,"name":"Pimps, Playas & Hustlas","trackName":"Pimps, Playas & Hustlas","artistName":"Luniz, Dru Down","albumName":"Operation Stackola","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"*(Yukmouth & Knumskull talking)*\n\nNigga, what's hap'nin?\nWho we got in here?\nNigga, ain't this the last album.\nF**k that. We got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth,\nKnumskull, we bout to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out.\n\n*(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me\nhear ya.\n\nVerse 1 *(Yukmouth)*\n\nWell it's the one of the mill nigga\nthe Vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the fullest\nfill niggaz up wit bullets\nkill niggaz, Yuk don't bullshit\nan I pull licks if I have to, no laughter\nor chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya\nwhen it's the wig split\ncome wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo\n'cause ya f**kin either two\nof yo baby ma'mas\ngot em on camera\ndoin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her\nbootsy hole\nfo sho, I pimp nights like Gladis\nniggaz better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an\nautomatic\nso crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call f**kin around wit mo ups & downs\nthen a see-saw\nsometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla\nwho got all the bitches lost in the motions like Pala\nballa than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee\nmight be off the 40 'cause I'm OG like Ice-T\nya dig?\n\nVerse 2 *(Richie Rich)*\n\nSmoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin like the same\none fo the white dope, one fo the nigga that's in the game\nnow I know bitches that say \"Richard, do what ya wanna\"\nbut like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner\nmy 7-duce, produce, 'cause the zues was pissed off\nI'm still gettin zips off\nniggaz feelin ripped off, an clipped off\nuntil they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru\nnow what you wanna do?\nit's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues\nthat's what they cost in the store, yeah\nan you can reach, but you can not touch\never figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?\nif you scared go to church, I know it hurts\nto find out, she works for me\nbrought me that Jeep\nthat's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut\nthat way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to f**k,\n'cause we.\n\n*(Chorus)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Dru Down, let\nme hear ya.\n\nVerse 3 *(Dru Down\n\nI'm steadily stackin up on the green\nballas will use the triple beam\nshot calla use they words\nhustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served\nnow observe the definition of the pimp-mode\nI take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really though\ndoe is what I love, so what's up?\nnigga who you tellin, that life always been tough\nnigga I had it rough\nan nigga it ain't no bluff\nan potna I had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin\nyeah okay\nI turned straight into a hustla\ncrap on bustas\nskrilla fo reala from them suckas\nI gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door\nready to bubble\nI turned into a balla, shot calla\ntwo for twamp\nwith in a year I'm back on the spot\nzippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, it's so wicked\nbitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy\nfour-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggaz love me\nan I'll be sure the next time niggaz see me I'll be high\ndo or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th lane right\nside, I'm watchin the rearview juss for po-po's\nI swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that\nhoe.\n\nVerse 4 *(Knumskull)*\n\nFa sho. G-A fo checks\npimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block\nwit 4 techs\nniggaz on this, on the move in many\nplenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's\nthat ain't my thang ruger\nit's good to roll skrill that's the best thang\nmy S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that,\nan issued this game\nmy buddies, who ever can better my Operation Stackola\nsmack, mack, the greenery an crackola\nhomies wanna be down rollin big stacks\nyou wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack\nso sick wid it\nthat's why I shitted on raps fo luck\nI'm like what ever it takes to make a buck\ncould never be stuck\nI'm facin a life of brokeness already\nf**k the pain, it juss make sense fo me to stay on my hustle and game\nblame no nigga fo my down fall\nbut pimpin is the final frontier, I gets around y'all\nwe all.\n\n*(Chorus)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n\n*(talking in the background)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n\nBitch believe me... ahhh-yaaa! Ahaha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pimps, Playas & Hustlas\n  artist: Luniz, Dru Down\n  album: Operation Stackola\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  *(Yukmouth & Knumskull talking)*\n\n  Nigga, what's hap'nin?\n  Who we got in here?\n  Nigga, ain't this the last album.\n  F**k that. We got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth,\n  Knumskull, we bout to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out.\n\n  *(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me\n  hear ya.\n\n  Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*\n\n  Well it's the one of the mill nigga\n  the Vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the fullest\n  fill niggaz up wit bullets\n  kill niggaz, Yuk don't bullshit\n  an I pull licks if I have to, no laughter\n  or chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya\n  when it's the wig split\n  come wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo\n  'cause ya f**kin either two\n  of yo baby ma'mas\n  got em on camera\n  doin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her\n  bootsy hole\n  fo sho, I pimp nights like Gladis\n  niggaz better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an\n  automatic\n  so crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call f**kin around wit mo ups & downs\n  then a see-saw\n  sometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla\n  who got all the bitches lost in the motions like Pala\n  balla than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee\n  might be off the 40 'cause I'm OG like Ice-T\n  ya dig?\n\n  Verse 2 *(Richie Rich)*\n\n  Smoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin like the same\n  one fo the white dope, one fo the nigga that's in the game\n  now I know bitches that say \"Richard, do what ya wanna\"\n  but like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner\n  my 7-duce, produce, 'cause the zues was pissed off\n  I'm still gettin zips off\n  niggaz feelin ripped off, an clipped off\n  until they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru\n  now what you wanna do?\n  it's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues\n  that's what they cost in the store, yeah\n  an you can reach, but you can not touch\n  ever figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?\n  if you scared go to church, I know it hurts\n  to find out, she works for me\n  brought me that Jeep\n  that's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut\n  that way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to f**k,\n  'cause we.\n\n  *(Chorus)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Dru Down, let\n  me hear ya.\n\n  Verse 3 *(Dru Down\n\n  I'm steadily stackin up on the green\n  ballas will use the triple beam\n  shot calla use they words\n  hustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served\n  now observe the definition of the pimp-mode\n  I take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really though\n  doe is what I love, so what's up?\n  nigga who you tellin, that life always been tough\n  nigga I had it rough\n  an nigga it ain't no bluff\n  an potna I had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin\n  yeah okay\n  I turned straight into a hustla\n  crap on bustas\n  skrilla fo reala from them suckas\n  I gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door\n  ready to bubble\n  I turned into a balla, shot calla\n  two for twamp\n  with in a year I'm back on the spot\n  zippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, it's so wicked\n  bitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy\n  four-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggaz love me\n  an I'll be sure the next time niggaz see me I'll be high\n  do or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th lane right\n  side, I'm watchin the rearview juss for po-po's\n  I swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that\n  hoe.\n\n  Verse 4 *(Knumskull)*\n\n  Fa sho. G-A fo checks\n  pimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block\n  wit 4 techs\n  niggaz on this, on the move in many\n  plenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's\n  that ain't my thang ruger\n  it's good to roll skrill that's the best thang\n  my S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that,\n  an issued this game\n  my buddies, who ever can better my Operation Stackola\n  smack, mack, the greenery an crackola\n  homies wanna be down rollin big stacks\n  you wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack\n  so sick wid it\n  that's why I shitted on raps fo luck\n  I'm like what ever it takes to make a buck\n  could never be stuck\n  I'm facin a life of brokeness already\n  f**k the pain, it juss make sense fo me to stay on my hustle and game\n  blame no nigga fo my down fall\n  but pimpin is the final frontier, I gets around y'all\n  we all.\n\n  *(Chorus)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n\n  *(talking in the background)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n\n  Bitch believe me... ahhh-yaaa! Ahaha\n"},{"id":10692072,"name":"Pimps, Playas & Hustlas","trackName":"Pimps, Playas & Hustlas","artistName":"Luniz,Dru Down,Richie Rich","albumName":"Operation Stackola","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"*(Yukmouth & Knumskull talking)*\n\nNigga, what's hap'nin?\nWho we got in here?\nNigga, ain't this the last album.\nF**k that. We got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth,\nKnumskull, we bout to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out.\n\n*(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me\nhear ya.\n\nVerse 1 *(Yukmouth)*\n\nWell it's the one of the mill nigga\nthe Vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the fullest\nfill niggaz up wit bullets\nkill niggaz, Yuk don't bullshit\nan I pull licks if I have to, no laughter\nor chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya\nwhen it's the wig split\ncome wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo\n'cause ya f**kin either two\nof yo baby ma'mas\ngot em on camera\ndoin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her\nbootsy hole\nfo sho, I pimp nights like Gladis\nniggaz better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an\nautomatic\nso crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call f**kin around wit mo ups & downs\nthen a see-saw\nsometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla\nwho got all the bitches lost in the motions like Pala\nballa than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee\nmight be off the 40 'cause I'm OG like Ice-T\nya dig?\n\nVerse 2 *(Richie Rich)*\n\nSmoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin like the same\none fo the white dope, one fo the nigga that's in the game\nnow I know bitches that say \"Richard, do what ya wanna\"\nbut like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner\nmy 7-duce, produce, 'cause the zues was pissed off\nI'm still gettin zips off\nniggaz feelin ripped off, an clipped off\nuntil they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru\nnow what you wanna do?\nit's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues\nthat's what they cost in the store, yeah\nan you can reach, but you can not touch\never figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?\nif you scared go to church, I know it hurts\nto find out, she works for me\nbrought me that Jeep\nthat's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut\nthat way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to f**k,\n'cause we.\n\n*(Chorus)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Dru Down, let\nme hear ya.\n\nVerse 3 *(Dru Down\n\nI'm steadily stackin up on the green\nballas will use the triple beam\nshot calla use they words\nhustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served\nnow observe the definition of the pimp-mode\nI take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really though\ndoe is what I love, so what's up?\nnigga who you tellin, that life always been tough\nnigga I had it rough\nan nigga it ain't no bluff\nan potna I had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin\nyeah okay\nI turned straight into a hustla\ncrap on bustas\nskrilla fo reala from them suckas\nI gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door\nready to bubble\nI turned into a balla, shot calla\ntwo for twamp\nwith in a year I'm back on the spot\nzippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, it's so wicked\nbitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy\nfour-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggaz love me\nan I'll be sure the next time niggaz see me I'll be high\ndo or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th lane right\nside, I'm watchin the rearview juss for po-po's\nI swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that\nhoe.\n\nVerse 4 *(Knumskull)*\n\nFa sho. G-A fo checks\npimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block\nwit 4 techs\nniggaz on this, on the move in many\nplenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's\nthat ain't my thang ruger\nit's good to roll skrill that's the best thang\nmy S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that,\nan issued this game\nmy buddies, who ever can better my Operation Stackola\nsmack, mack, the greenery an crackola\nhomies wanna be down rollin big stacks\nyou wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack\nso sick wid it\nthat's why I shitted on raps fo luck\nI'm like what ever it takes to make a buck\ncould never be stuck\nI'm facin a life of brokeness already\nf**k the pain, it juss make sense fo me to stay on my hustle and game\nblame no nigga fo my down fall\nbut pimpin is the final frontier, I gets around y'all\nwe all.\n\n*(Chorus)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n\n*(talking in the background)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n\nBitch believe me... ahhh-yaaa! Ahaha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pimps, Playas & Hustlas\n  artist: Luniz,Dru Down,Richie Rich\n  album: Operation Stackola\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  *(Yukmouth & Knumskull talking)*\n\n  Nigga, what's hap'nin?\n  Who we got in here?\n  Nigga, ain't this the last album.\n  F**k that. We got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth,\n  Knumskull, we bout to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out.\n\n  *(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me\n  hear ya.\n\n  Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*\n\n  Well it's the one of the mill nigga\n  the Vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the fullest\n  fill niggaz up wit bullets\n  kill niggaz, Yuk don't bullshit\n  an I pull licks if I have to, no laughter\n  or chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya\n  when it's the wig split\n  come wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo\n  'cause ya f**kin either two\n  of yo baby ma'mas\n  got em on camera\n  doin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her\n  bootsy hole\n  fo sho, I pimp nights like Gladis\n  niggaz better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an\n  automatic\n  so crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call f**kin around wit mo ups & downs\n  then a see-saw\n  sometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla\n  who got all the bitches lost in the motions like Pala\n  balla than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee\n  might be off the 40 'cause I'm OG like Ice-T\n  ya dig?\n\n  Verse 2 *(Richie Rich)*\n\n  Smoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin like the same\n  one fo the white dope, one fo the nigga that's in the game\n  now I know bitches that say \"Richard, do what ya wanna\"\n  but like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner\n  my 7-duce, produce, 'cause the zues was pissed off\n  I'm still gettin zips off\n  niggaz feelin ripped off, an clipped off\n  until they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru\n  now what you wanna do?\n  it's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues\n  that's what they cost in the store, yeah\n  an you can reach, but you can not touch\n  ever figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?\n  if you scared go to church, I know it hurts\n  to find out, she works for me\n  brought me that Jeep\n  that's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut\n  that way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to f**k,\n  'cause we.\n\n  *(Chorus)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Dru Down, let\n  me hear ya.\n\n  Verse 3 *(Dru Down\n\n  I'm steadily stackin up on the green\n  ballas will use the triple beam\n  shot calla use they words\n  hustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served\n  now observe the definition of the pimp-mode\n  I take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really though\n  doe is what I love, so what's up?\n  nigga who you tellin, that life always been tough\n  nigga I had it rough\n  an nigga it ain't no bluff\n  an potna I had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin\n  yeah okay\n  I turned straight into a hustla\n  crap on bustas\n  skrilla fo reala from them suckas\n  I gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door\n  ready to bubble\n  I turned into a balla, shot calla\n  two for twamp\n  with in a year I'm back on the spot\n  zippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, it's so wicked\n  bitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy\n  four-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggaz love me\n  an I'll be sure the next time niggaz see me I'll be high\n  do or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th lane right\n  side, I'm watchin the rearview juss for po-po's\n  I swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that\n  hoe.\n\n  Verse 4 *(Knumskull)*\n\n  Fa sho. G-A fo checks\n  pimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block\n  wit 4 techs\n  niggaz on this, on the move in many\n  plenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's\n  that ain't my thang ruger\n  it's good to roll skrill that's the best thang\n  my S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that,\n  an issued this game\n  my buddies, who ever can better my Operation Stackola\n  smack, mack, the greenery an crackola\n  homies wanna be down rollin big stacks\n  you wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack\n  so sick wid it\n  that's why I shitted on raps fo luck\n  I'm like what ever it takes to make a buck\n  could never be stuck\n  I'm facin a life of brokeness already\n  f**k the pain, it juss make sense fo me to stay on my hustle and game\n  blame no nigga fo my down fall\n  but pimpin is the final frontier, I gets around y'all\n  we all.\n\n  *(Chorus)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n\n  *(talking in the background)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n\n  Bitch believe me... ahhh-yaaa! Ahaha\n"},{"id":11378427,"name":"Pimps, Playas & Hustlas","trackName":"Pimps, Playas & Hustlas","artistName":"Luniz, Dru Down & Rich, Richie","albumName":"Operation Stackola","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"*(Yukmouth & Knumskull talking)*\n\nNigga, what's hap'nin?\nWho we got in here?\nNigga, ain't this the last album.\nF**k that. We got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth,\nKnumskull, we bout to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out.\n\n*(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me\nhear ya.\n\nVerse 1 *(Yukmouth)*\n\nWell it's the one of the mill nigga\nthe Vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the fullest\nfill niggaz up wit bullets\nkill niggaz, Yuk don't bullshit\nan I pull licks if I have to, no laughter\nor chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya\nwhen it's the wig split\ncome wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo\n'cause ya f**kin either two\nof yo baby ma'mas\ngot em on camera\ndoin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her\nbootsy hole\nfo sho, I pimp nights like Gladis\nniggaz better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an\nautomatic\nso crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call f**kin around wit mo ups & downs\nthen a see-saw\nsometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla\nwho got all the bitches lost in the motions like Pala\nballa than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee\nmight be off the 40 'cause I'm OG like Ice-T\nya dig?\n\nVerse 2 *(Richie Rich)*\n\nSmoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin like the same\none fo the white dope, one fo the nigga that's in the game\nnow I know bitches that say \"Richard, do what ya wanna\"\nbut like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner\nmy 7-duce, produce, 'cause the zues was pissed off\nI'm still gettin zips off\nniggaz feelin ripped off, an clipped off\nuntil they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru\nnow what you wanna do?\nit's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues\nthat's what they cost in the store, yeah\nan you can reach, but you can not touch\never figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?\nif you scared go to church, I know it hurts\nto find out, she works for me\nbrought me that Jeep\nthat's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut\nthat way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to f**k,\n'cause we.\n\n*(Chorus)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Dru Down, let\nme hear ya.\n\nVerse 3 *(Dru Down\n\nI'm steadily stackin up on the green\nballas will use the triple beam\nshot calla use they words\nhustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served\nnow observe the definition of the pimp-mode\nI take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really though\ndoe is what I love, so what's up?\nnigga who you tellin, that life always been tough\nnigga I had it rough\nan nigga it ain't no bluff\nan potna I had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin\nyeah okay\nI turned straight into a hustla\ncrap on bustas\nskrilla fo reala from them suckas\nI gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door\nready to bubble\nI turned into a balla, shot calla\ntwo for twamp\nwith in a year I'm back on the spot\nzippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, it's so wicked\nbitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy\nfour-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggaz love me\nan I'll be sure the next time niggaz see me I'll be high\ndo or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th lane right\nside, I'm watchin the rearview juss for po-po's\nI swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that\nhoe.\n\nVerse 4 *(Knumskull)*\n\nFa sho. G-A fo checks\npimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block\nwit 4 techs\nniggaz on this, on the move in many\nplenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's\nthat ain't my thang ruger\nit's good to roll skrill that's the best thang\nmy S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that,\nan issued this game\nmy buddies, who ever can better my Operation Stackola\nsmack, mack, the greenery an crackola\nhomies wanna be down rollin big stacks\nyou wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack\nso sick wid it\nthat's why I shitted on raps fo luck\nI'm like what ever it takes to make a buck\ncould never be stuck\nI'm facin a life of brokeness already\nf**k the pain, it juss make sense fo me to stay on my hustle and game\nblame no nigga fo my down fall\nbut pimpin is the final frontier, I gets around y'all\nwe all.\n\n*(Chorus)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n\n*(talking in the background)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n\nBitch believe me... ahhh-yaaa! Ahaha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pimps, Playas & Hustlas\n  artist: Luniz, Dru Down & Rich, Richie\n  album: Operation Stackola\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  *(Yukmouth & Knumskull talking)*\n\n  Nigga, what's hap'nin?\n  Who we got in here?\n  Nigga, ain't this the last album.\n  F**k that. We got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth,\n  Knumskull, we bout to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out.\n\n  *(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me\n  hear ya.\n\n  Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*\n\n  Well it's the one of the mill nigga\n  the Vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the fullest\n  fill niggaz up wit bullets\n  kill niggaz, Yuk don't bullshit\n  an I pull licks if I have to, no laughter\n  or chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya\n  when it's the wig split\n  come wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo\n  'cause ya f**kin either two\n  of yo baby ma'mas\n  got em on camera\n  doin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her\n  bootsy hole\n  fo sho, I pimp nights like Gladis\n  niggaz better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an\n  automatic\n  so crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call f**kin around wit mo ups & downs\n  then a see-saw\n  sometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla\n  who got all the bitches lost in the motions like Pala\n  balla than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee\n  might be off the 40 'cause I'm OG like Ice-T\n  ya dig?\n\n  Verse 2 *(Richie Rich)*\n\n  Smoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin like the same\n  one fo the white dope, one fo the nigga that's in the game\n  now I know bitches that say \"Richard, do what ya wanna\"\n  but like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner\n  my 7-duce, produce, 'cause the zues was pissed off\n  I'm still gettin zips off\n  niggaz feelin ripped off, an clipped off\n  until they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru\n  now what you wanna do?\n  it's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues\n  that's what they cost in the store, yeah\n  an you can reach, but you can not touch\n  ever figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?\n  if you scared go to church, I know it hurts\n  to find out, she works for me\n  brought me that Jeep\n  that's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut\n  that way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to f**k,\n  'cause we.\n\n  *(Chorus)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Dru Down, let\n  me hear ya.\n\n  Verse 3 *(Dru Down\n\n  I'm steadily stackin up on the green\n  ballas will use the triple beam\n  shot calla use they words\n  hustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served\n  now observe the definition of the pimp-mode\n  I take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really though\n  doe is what I love, so what's up?\n  nigga who you tellin, that life always been tough\n  nigga I had it rough\n  an nigga it ain't no bluff\n  an potna I had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin\n  yeah okay\n  I turned straight into a hustla\n  crap on bustas\n  skrilla fo reala from them suckas\n  I gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door\n  ready to bubble\n  I turned into a balla, shot calla\n  two for twamp\n  with in a year I'm back on the spot\n  zippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, it's so wicked\n  bitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy\n  four-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggaz love me\n  an I'll be sure the next time niggaz see me I'll be high\n  do or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th lane right\n  side, I'm watchin the rearview juss for po-po's\n  I swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that\n  hoe.\n\n  Verse 4 *(Knumskull)*\n\n  Fa sho. G-A fo checks\n  pimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block\n  wit 4 techs\n  niggaz on this, on the move in many\n  plenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's\n  that ain't my thang ruger\n  it's good to roll skrill that's the best thang\n  my S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that,\n  an issued this game\n  my buddies, who ever can better my Operation Stackola\n  smack, mack, the greenery an crackola\n  homies wanna be down rollin big stacks\n  you wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack\n  so sick wid it\n  that's why I shitted on raps fo luck\n  I'm like what ever it takes to make a buck\n  could never be stuck\n  I'm facin a life of brokeness already\n  f**k the pain, it juss make sense fo me to stay on my hustle and game\n  blame no nigga fo my down fall\n  but pimpin is the final frontier, I gets around y'all\n  we all.\n\n  *(Chorus)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n\n  *(talking in the background)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n\n  Bitch believe me... ahhh-yaaa! Ahaha\n"},{"id":6071224,"name":"Pimps, Playas & Hustlas","trackName":"Pimps, Playas & Hustlas","artistName":"Luniz feat. Dru Down & Richie Rich","albumName":"Operation Stackola","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"*(Yukmouth & Knumskull talking)*\n\nNigga, what's hap'nin?\nWho we got in here?\nNigga, ain't this the last album.\nF**k that. We got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth,\nKnumskull, we bout to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out.\n\n*(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me\nHear ya.\n\nVerse 1 *(Yukmouth)*\n\nWell it's the one of the mill nigga\nThe Vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the fullest\nFill niggaz up wit bullets\nKill niggaz, Yuk don't bullshit\nAn I pull licks if I have to, no laughter\nOr chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya\nWhen it's the wig split\nCome wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo\n'Cause ya f**kin either two\nOf yo baby ma'mas\nGot em on camera\nDoin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her\nBootsy hole\nFo sho, I pimp nights like Gladis\nNiggaz better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an\nAutomatic\nSo crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call f**kin around wit mo ups & downs\nThen a see-saw\nSometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla\nWho got all the bitches lost in the motions like Pala\nBalla than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee\nMight be off the 40 'cause I'm OG like Ice-T\nYa dig?\n\nVerse 2 *(Richie Rich)*\n\nSmoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin like the same\nOne fo the white dope, one fo the nigga that's in the game\nNow I know bitches that say \"Richard, do what ya wanna\"\nBut like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner\nMy 7-duce, produce, 'cause the zues was pissed off\nI'm still gettin zips off\nNiggaz feelin ripped off, an clipped off\nUntil they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru\nNow what you wanna do?\nIt's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues\nThat's what they cost in the store, yeah\nAn you can reach, but you can not touch\nEver figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?\nIf you scared go to church, I know it hurts\nTo find out, she works for me\nBrought me that Jeep\nThat's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut\nThat way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to f**k,\n'Cause we.\n\n*(Chorus)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Dru Down, let\nMe hear ya.\n\nVerse 3 *(Dru Down\n\nI'm steadily stackin up on the green\nBallas will use the triple beam\nShot calla use they words\nHustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served\nNow observe the definition of the pimp-mode\nI take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really though\nDoe is what I love, so what's up?\nNigga who you tellin, that life always been tough\nNigga I had it rough\nAn nigga it ain't no bluff\nAn potna I had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin\nYeah okay\nI turned straight into a hustla\nCrap on bustas\nSkrilla fo reala from them suckas\nI gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door\nReady to bubble\nI turned into a balla, shot calla\nTwo for twamp\nWith in a year I'm back on the spot\nZippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, it's so wicked\nBitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy\nFour-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggaz love me\nAn I'll be sure the next time niggaz see me I'll be high\nDo or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th lane right\nSide, I'm watchin the rearview juss for po-po's\nI swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that\nHoe.\n\nVerse 4 *(Knumskull)*\n\nFa sho. G-A fo checks\nPimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block\nWit 4 techs\nNiggaz on this, on the move in many\nPlenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's\nThat ain't my thang ruger\nIt's good to roll skrill that's the best thang\nMy S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that,\nAn issued this game\nMy buddies, who ever can better my Operation Stackola\nSmack, mack, the greenery an crackola\nHomies wanna be down rollin big stacks\nYou wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack\nSo sick wid it\nThat's why I shitted on raps fo luck\nI'm like what ever it takes to make a buck\nCould never be stuck\nI'm facin a life of brokeness already\nF**k the pain, it juss make sense fo me to stay on my hustle and game\nBlame no nigga fo my down fall\nBut pimpin is the final frontier, I gets around y'all\nWe all.\n\n*(Chorus)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n\n*(talking in the background)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n\nBitch believe me... ahhh-yaaa! Ahaha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pimps, Playas & Hustlas\n  artist: Luniz feat. Dru Down & Richie Rich\n  album: Operation Stackola\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  *(Yukmouth & Knumskull talking)*\n\n  Nigga, what's hap'nin?\n  Who we got in here?\n  Nigga, ain't this the last album.\n  F**k that. We got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth,\n  Knumskull, we bout to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out.\n\n  *(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me\n  Hear ya.\n\n  Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*\n\n  Well it's the one of the mill nigga\n  The Vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the fullest\n  Fill niggaz up wit bullets\n  Kill niggaz, Yuk don't bullshit\n  An I pull licks if I have to, no laughter\n  Or chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya\n  When it's the wig split\n  Come wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo\n  'Cause ya f**kin either two\n  Of yo baby ma'mas\n  Got em on camera\n  Doin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her\n  Bootsy hole\n  Fo sho, I pimp nights like Gladis\n  Niggaz better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an\n  Automatic\n  So crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call f**kin around wit mo ups & downs\n  Then a see-saw\n  Sometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla\n  Who got all the bitches lost in the motions like Pala\n  Balla than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee\n  Might be off the 40 'cause I'm OG like Ice-T\n  Ya dig?\n\n  Verse 2 *(Richie Rich)*\n\n  Smoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin like the same\n  One fo the white dope, one fo the nigga that's in the game\n  Now I know bitches that say \"Richard, do what ya wanna\"\n  But like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner\n  My 7-duce, produce, 'cause the zues was pissed off\n  I'm still gettin zips off\n  Niggaz feelin ripped off, an clipped off\n  Until they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru\n  Now what you wanna do?\n  It's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues\n  That's what they cost in the store, yeah\n  An you can reach, but you can not touch\n  Ever figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?\n  If you scared go to church, I know it hurts\n  To find out, she works for me\n  Brought me that Jeep\n  That's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut\n  That way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to f**k,\n  'Cause we.\n\n  *(Chorus)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Dru Down, let\n  Me hear ya.\n\n  Verse 3 *(Dru Down\n\n  I'm steadily stackin up on the green\n  Ballas will use the triple beam\n  Shot calla use they words\n  Hustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served\n  Now observe the definition of the pimp-mode\n  I take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really though\n  Doe is what I love, so what's up?\n  Nigga who you tellin, that life always been tough\n  Nigga I had it rough\n  An nigga it ain't no bluff\n  An potna I had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin\n  Yeah okay\n  I turned straight into a hustla\n  Crap on bustas\n  Skrilla fo reala from them suckas\n  I gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door\n  Ready to bubble\n  I turned into a balla, shot calla\n  Two for twamp\n  With in a year I'm back on the spot\n  Zippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, it's so wicked\n  Bitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy\n  Four-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggaz love me\n  An I'll be sure the next time niggaz see me I'll be high\n  Do or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th lane right\n  Side, I'm watchin the rearview juss for po-po's\n  I swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that\n  Hoe.\n\n  Verse 4 *(Knumskull)*\n\n  Fa sho. G-A fo checks\n  Pimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block\n  Wit 4 techs\n  Niggaz on this, on the move in many\n  Plenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's\n  That ain't my thang ruger\n  It's good to roll skrill that's the best thang\n  My S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that,\n  An issued this game\n  My buddies, who ever can better my Operation Stackola\n  Smack, mack, the greenery an crackola\n  Homies wanna be down rollin big stacks\n  You wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack\n  So sick wid it\n  That's why I shitted on raps fo luck\n  I'm like what ever it takes to make a buck\n  Could never be stuck\n  I'm facin a life of brokeness already\n  F**k the pain, it juss make sense fo me to stay on my hustle and game\n  Blame no nigga fo my down fall\n  But pimpin is the final frontier, I gets around y'all\n  We all.\n\n  *(Chorus)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n\n  *(talking in the background)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n\n  Bitch believe me... ahhh-yaaa! Ahaha\n"},{"id":9699731,"name":"Pimps, Playas & Hustlas","trackName":"Pimps, Playas & Hustlas","artistName":"Luniz featuring Dru Down & Richie Rich","albumName":"Operation Stackola","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"*(Yukmouth & Knumskull talking)*\n\nNigga, what's hap'nin?\nWho we got in here?\nNigga, ain't this the last album.\nF**k that. We got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth,\nKnumskull, we bout to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out.\n\n*(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me\nhear ya.\n\nVerse 1 *(Yukmouth)*\n\nWell it's the one of the mill nigga\nthe Vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the fullest\nfill niggaz up wit bullets\nkill niggaz, Yuk don't bullshit\nan I pull licks if I have to, no laughter\nor chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya\nwhen it's the wig split\ncome wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo\n'cause ya f**kin either two\nof yo baby ma'mas\ngot em on camera\ndoin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her\nbootsy hole\nfo sho, I pimp nights like Gladis\nniggaz better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an\nautomatic\nso crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call f**kin around wit mo ups & downs\nthen a see-saw\nsometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla\nwho got all the bitches lost in the motions like Pala\nballa than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee\nmight be off the 40 'cause I'm OG like Ice-T\nya dig?\n\nVerse 2 *(Richie Rich)*\n\nSmoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin like the same\none fo the white dope, one fo the nigga that's in the game\nnow I know bitches that say \"Richard, do what ya wanna\"\nbut like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner\nmy 7-duce, produce, 'cause the zues was pissed off\nI'm still gettin zips off\nniggaz feelin ripped off, an clipped off\nuntil they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru\nnow what you wanna do?\nit's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues\nthat's what they cost in the store, yeah\nan you can reach, but you can not touch\never figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?\nif you scared go to church, I know it hurts\nto find out, she works for me\nbrought me that Jeep\nthat's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut\nthat way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to f**k,\n'cause we.\n\n*(Chorus)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Dru Down, let\nme hear ya.\n\nVerse 3 *(Dru Down\n\nI'm steadily stackin up on the green\nballas will use the triple beam\nshot calla use they words\nhustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served\nnow observe the definition of the pimp-mode\nI take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really though\ndoe is what I love, so what's up?\nnigga who you tellin, that life always been tough\nnigga I had it rough\nan nigga it ain't no bluff\nan potna I had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin\nyeah okay\nI turned straight into a hustla\ncrap on bustas\nskrilla fo reala from them suckas\nI gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door\nready to bubble\nI turned into a balla, shot calla\ntwo for twamp\nwith in a year I'm back on the spot\nzippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, it's so wicked\nbitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy\nfour-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggaz love me\nan I'll be sure the next time niggaz see me I'll be high\ndo or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th lane right\nside, I'm watchin the rearview juss for po-po's\nI swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that\nhoe.\n\nVerse 4 *(Knumskull)*\n\nFa sho. G-A fo checks\npimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block\nwit 4 techs\nniggaz on this, on the move in many\nplenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's\nthat ain't my thang ruger\nit's good to roll skrill that's the best thang\nmy S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that,\nan issued this game\nmy buddies, who ever can better my Operation Stackola\nsmack, mack, the greenery an crackola\nhomies wanna be down rollin big stacks\nyou wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack\nso sick wid it\nthat's why I shitted on raps fo luck\nI'm like what ever it takes to make a buck\ncould never be stuck\nI'm facin a life of brokeness already\nf**k the pain, it juss make sense fo me to stay on my hustle and game\nblame no nigga fo my down fall\nbut pimpin is the final frontier, I gets around y'all\nwe all.\n\n*(Chorus)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n\n*(talking in the background)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n\nBitch believe me... ahhh-yaaa! Ahaha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pimps, Playas & Hustlas\n  artist: Luniz featuring Dru Down & Richie Rich\n  album: Operation Stackola\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  *(Yukmouth & Knumskull talking)*\n\n  Nigga, what's hap'nin?\n  Who we got in here?\n  Nigga, ain't this the last album.\n  F**k that. We got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth,\n  Knumskull, we bout to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out.\n\n  *(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me\n  hear ya.\n\n  Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*\n\n  Well it's the one of the mill nigga\n  the Vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the fullest\n  fill niggaz up wit bullets\n  kill niggaz, Yuk don't bullshit\n  an I pull licks if I have to, no laughter\n  or chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya\n  when it's the wig split\n  come wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo\n  'cause ya f**kin either two\n  of yo baby ma'mas\n  got em on camera\n  doin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her\n  bootsy hole\n  fo sho, I pimp nights like Gladis\n  niggaz better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an\n  automatic\n  so crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call f**kin around wit mo ups & downs\n  then a see-saw\n  sometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla\n  who got all the bitches lost in the motions like Pala\n  balla than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee\n  might be off the 40 'cause I'm OG like Ice-T\n  ya dig?\n\n  Verse 2 *(Richie Rich)*\n\n  Smoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin like the same\n  one fo the white dope, one fo the nigga that's in the game\n  now I know bitches that say \"Richard, do what ya wanna\"\n  but like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner\n  my 7-duce, produce, 'cause the zues was pissed off\n  I'm still gettin zips off\n  niggaz feelin ripped off, an clipped off\n  until they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru\n  now what you wanna do?\n  it's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues\n  that's what they cost in the store, yeah\n  an you can reach, but you can not touch\n  ever figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?\n  if you scared go to church, I know it hurts\n  to find out, she works for me\n  brought me that Jeep\n  that's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut\n  that way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to f**k,\n  'cause we.\n\n  *(Chorus)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Dru Down, let\n  me hear ya.\n\n  Verse 3 *(Dru Down\n\n  I'm steadily stackin up on the green\n  ballas will use the triple beam\n  shot calla use they words\n  hustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served\n  now observe the definition of the pimp-mode\n  I take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really though\n  doe is what I love, so what's up?\n  nigga who you tellin, that life always been tough\n  nigga I had it rough\n  an nigga it ain't no bluff\n  an potna I had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin\n  yeah okay\n  I turned straight into a hustla\n  crap on bustas\n  skrilla fo reala from them suckas\n  I gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door\n  ready to bubble\n  I turned into a balla, shot calla\n  two for twamp\n  with in a year I'm back on the spot\n  zippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, it's so wicked\n  bitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy\n  four-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggaz love me\n  an I'll be sure the next time niggaz see me I'll be high\n  do or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th lane right\n  side, I'm watchin the rearview juss for po-po's\n  I swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that\n  hoe.\n\n  Verse 4 *(Knumskull)*\n\n  Fa sho. G-A fo checks\n  pimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block\n  wit 4 techs\n  niggaz on this, on the move in many\n  plenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's\n  that ain't my thang ruger\n  it's good to roll skrill that's the best thang\n  my S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that,\n  an issued this game\n  my buddies, who ever can better my Operation Stackola\n  smack, mack, the greenery an crackola\n  homies wanna be down rollin big stacks\n  you wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack\n  so sick wid it\n  that's why I shitted on raps fo luck\n  I'm like what ever it takes to make a buck\n  could never be stuck\n  I'm facin a life of brokeness already\n  f**k the pain, it juss make sense fo me to stay on my hustle and game\n  blame no nigga fo my down fall\n  but pimpin is the final frontier, I gets around y'all\n  we all.\n\n  *(Chorus)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n\n  *(talking in the background)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n\n  Bitch believe me... ahhh-yaaa! Ahaha\n"},{"id":29059476,"name":"Pimps, Playas & Hustlas","trackName":"Pimps, Playas & Hustlas","artistName":"Dru Down; Richie Rich; The Luniz","albumName":"Operation Stackola","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"*(Yukmouth & Knumskull talking)*\n\nNigga, what's hap'nin?\nWho we got in here?\nNigga, ain't this the last album.\nF**k that. We got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth,\nKnumskull, we bout to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out.\n\n*(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me\nhear ya.\n\nVerse 1 *(Yukmouth)*\n\nWell it's the one of the mill nigga\nthe Vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the fullest\nfill niggaz up wit bullets\nkill niggaz, Yuk don't bullshit\nan I pull licks if I have to, no laughter\nor chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya\nwhen it's the wig split\ncome wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo\n'cause ya f**kin either two\nof yo baby ma'mas\ngot em on camera\ndoin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her\nbootsy hole\nfo sho, I pimp nights like Gladis\nniggaz better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an\nautomatic\nso crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call f**kin around wit mo ups & downs\nthen a see-saw\nsometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla\nwho got all the bitches lost in the motions like Pala\nballa than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee\nmight be off the 40 'cause I'm OG like Ice-T\nya dig?\n\nVerse 2 *(Richie Rich)*\n\nSmoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin like the same\none fo the white dope, one fo the nigga that's in the game\nnow I know bitches that say \"Richard, do what ya wanna\"\nbut like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner\nmy 7-duce, produce, 'cause the zues was pissed off\nI'm still gettin zips off\nniggaz feelin ripped off, an clipped off\nuntil they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru\nnow what you wanna do?\nit's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues\nthat's what they cost in the store, yeah\nan you can reach, but you can not touch\never figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?\nif you scared go to church, I know it hurts\nto find out, she works for me\nbrought me that Jeep\nthat's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut\nthat way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to f**k,\n'cause we.\n\n*(Chorus)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Dru Down, let\nme hear ya.\n\nVerse 3 *(Dru Down\n\nI'm steadily stackin up on the green\nballas will use the triple beam\nshot calla use they words\nhustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served\nnow observe the definition of the pimp-mode\nI take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really though\ndoe is what I love, so what's up?\nnigga who you tellin, that life always been tough\nnigga I had it rough\nan nigga it ain't no bluff\nan potna I had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin\nyeah okay\nI turned straight into a hustla\ncrap on bustas\nskrilla fo reala from them suckas\nI gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door\nready to bubble\nI turned into a balla, shot calla\ntwo for twamp\nwith in a year I'm back on the spot\nzippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, it's so wicked\nbitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy\nfour-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggaz love me\nan I'll be sure the next time niggaz see me I'll be high\ndo or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th lane right\nside, I'm watchin the rearview juss for po-po's\nI swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that\nhoe.\n\nVerse 4 *(Knumskull)*\n\nFa sho. G-A fo checks\npimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block\nwit 4 techs\nniggaz on this, on the move in many\nplenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's\nthat ain't my thang ruger\nit's good to roll skrill that's the best thang\nmy S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that,\nan issued this game\nmy buddies, who ever can better my Operation Stackola\nsmack, mack, the greenery an crackola\nhomies wanna be down rollin big stacks\nyou wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack\nso sick wid it\nthat's why I shitted on raps fo luck\nI'm like what ever it takes to make a buck\ncould never be stuck\nI'm facin a life of brokeness already\nf**k the pain, it juss make sense fo me to stay on my hustle and game\nblame no nigga fo my down fall\nbut pimpin is the final frontier, I gets around y'all\nwe all.\n\n*(Chorus)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n\n*(talking in the background)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n\nBitch believe me... ahhh-yaaa! Ahaha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pimps, Playas & Hustlas\n  artist: Dru Down; Richie Rich; The Luniz\n  album: Operation Stackola\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  *(Yukmouth & Knumskull talking)*\n\n  Nigga, what's hap'nin?\n  Who we got in here?\n  Nigga, ain't this the last album.\n  F**k that. We got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth,\n  Knumskull, we bout to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out.\n\n  *(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me\n  hear ya.\n\n  Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*\n\n  Well it's the one of the mill nigga\n  the Vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the fullest\n  fill niggaz up wit bullets\n  kill niggaz, Yuk don't bullshit\n  an I pull licks if I have to, no laughter\n  or chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya\n  when it's the wig split\n  come wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo\n  'cause ya f**kin either two\n  of yo baby ma'mas\n  got em on camera\n  doin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her\n  bootsy hole\n  fo sho, I pimp nights like Gladis\n  niggaz better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an\n  automatic\n  so crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call f**kin around wit mo ups & downs\n  then a see-saw\n  sometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla\n  who got all the bitches lost in the motions like Pala\n  balla than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee\n  might be off the 40 'cause I'm OG like Ice-T\n  ya dig?\n\n  Verse 2 *(Richie Rich)*\n\n  Smoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin like the same\n  one fo the white dope, one fo the nigga that's in the game\n  now I know bitches that say \"Richard, do what ya wanna\"\n  but like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner\n  my 7-duce, produce, 'cause the zues was pissed off\n  I'm still gettin zips off\n  niggaz feelin ripped off, an clipped off\n  until they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru\n  now what you wanna do?\n  it's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues\n  that's what they cost in the store, yeah\n  an you can reach, but you can not touch\n  ever figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?\n  if you scared go to church, I know it hurts\n  to find out, she works for me\n  brought me that Jeep\n  that's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut\n  that way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to f**k,\n  'cause we.\n\n  *(Chorus)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Dru Down, let\n  me hear ya.\n\n  Verse 3 *(Dru Down\n\n  I'm steadily stackin up on the green\n  ballas will use the triple beam\n  shot calla use they words\n  hustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served\n  now observe the definition of the pimp-mode\n  I take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really though\n  doe is what I love, so what's up?\n  nigga who you tellin, that life always been tough\n  nigga I had it rough\n  an nigga it ain't no bluff\n  an potna I had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin\n  yeah okay\n  I turned straight into a hustla\n  crap on bustas\n  skrilla fo reala from them suckas\n  I gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door\n  ready to bubble\n  I turned into a balla, shot calla\n  two for twamp\n  with in a year I'm back on the spot\n  zippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, it's so wicked\n  bitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy\n  four-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggaz love me\n  an I'll be sure the next time niggaz see me I'll be high\n  do or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th lane right\n  side, I'm watchin the rearview juss for po-po's\n  I swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that\n  hoe.\n\n  Verse 4 *(Knumskull)*\n\n  Fa sho. G-A fo checks\n  pimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block\n  wit 4 techs\n  niggaz on this, on the move in many\n  plenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's\n  that ain't my thang ruger\n  it's good to roll skrill that's the best thang\n  my S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that,\n  an issued this game\n  my buddies, who ever can better my Operation Stackola\n  smack, mack, the greenery an crackola\n  homies wanna be down rollin big stacks\n  you wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack\n  so sick wid it\n  that's why I shitted on raps fo luck\n  I'm like what ever it takes to make a buck\n  could never be stuck\n  I'm facin a life of brokeness already\n  f**k the pain, it juss make sense fo me to stay on my hustle and game\n  blame no nigga fo my down fall\n  but pimpin is the final frontier, I gets around y'all\n  we all.\n\n  *(Chorus)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n\n  *(talking in the background)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n\n  Bitch believe me... ahhh-yaaa! Ahaha\n"},{"id":6071225,"name":"Pimps, Playas & Hustlas (feat. Dru Down & Richie Rich)","trackName":"Pimps, Playas & Hustlas (feat. Dru Down & Richie Rich)","artistName":"Luniz","albumName":"Operation Stackola","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"*(Yukmouth & Knumskull talking)*\n\nNigga, what's hap'nin?\nWho we got in here?\nNigga, ain't this the last album.\nF**k that. We got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth,\nKnumskull, we bout to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out.\n\n*(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me\nHear ya.\n\nVerse 1 *(Yukmouth)*\n\nWell it's the one of the mill nigga\nThe Vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the fullest\nFill niggaz up wit bullets\nKill niggaz, Yuk don't bullshit\nAn I pull licks if I have to, no laughter\nOr chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya\nWhen it's the wig split\nCome wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo\n'Cause ya f**kin either two\nOf yo baby ma'mas\nGot em on camera\nDoin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her\nBootsy hole\nFo sho, I pimp nights like Gladis\nNiggaz better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an\nAutomatic\nSo crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call f**kin around wit mo ups & downs\nThen a see-saw\nSometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla\nWho got all the bitches lost in the motions like Pala\nBalla than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee\nMight be off the 40 'cause I'm OG like Ice-T\nYa dig?\n\nVerse 2 *(Richie Rich)*\n\nSmoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin like the same\nOne fo the white dope, one fo the nigga that's in the game\nNow I know bitches that say \"Richard, do what ya wanna\"\nBut like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner\nMy 7-duce, produce, 'cause the zues was pissed off\nI'm still gettin zips off\nNiggaz feelin ripped off, an clipped off\nUntil they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru\nNow what you wanna do?\nIt's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues\nThat's what they cost in the store, yeah\nAn you can reach, but you can not touch\nEver figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?\nIf you scared go to church, I know it hurts\nTo find out, she works for me\nBrought me that Jeep\nThat's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut\nThat way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to f**k,\n'Cause we.\n\n*(Chorus)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Dru Down, let\nMe hear ya.\n\nVerse 3 *(Dru Down\n\nI'm steadily stackin up on the green\nBallas will use the triple beam\nShot calla use they words\nHustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served\nNow observe the definition of the pimp-mode\nI take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really though\nDoe is what I love, so what's up?\nNigga who you tellin, that life always been tough\nNigga I had it rough\nAn nigga it ain't no bluff\nAn potna I had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin\nYeah okay\nI turned straight into a hustla\nCrap on bustas\nSkrilla fo reala from them suckas\nI gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door\nReady to bubble\nI turned into a balla, shot calla\nTwo for twamp\nWith in a year I'm back on the spot\nZippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, it's so wicked\nBitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy\nFour-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggaz love me\nAn I'll be sure the next time niggaz see me I'll be high\nDo or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th lane right\nSide, I'm watchin the rearview juss for po-po's\nI swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that\nHoe.\n\nVerse 4 *(Knumskull)*\n\nFa sho. G-A fo checks\nPimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block\nWit 4 techs\nNiggaz on this, on the move in many\nPlenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's\nThat ain't my thang ruger\nIt's good to roll skrill that's the best thang\nMy S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that,\nAn issued this game\nMy buddies, who ever can better my Operation Stackola\nSmack, mack, the greenery an crackola\nHomies wanna be down rollin big stacks\nYou wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack\nSo sick wid it\nThat's why I shitted on raps fo luck\nI'm like what ever it takes to make a buck\nCould never be stuck\nI'm facin a life of brokeness already\nF**k the pain, it juss make sense fo me to stay on my hustle and game\nBlame no nigga fo my down fall\nBut pimpin is the final frontier, I gets around y'all\nWe all.\n\n*(Chorus)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n\n*(talking in the background)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n\nBitch believe me... ahhh-yaaa! Ahaha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pimps, Playas & Hustlas (feat. Dru Down & Richie Rich)\n  artist: Luniz\n  album: Operation Stackola\n  duration_ms: 303000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  *(Yukmouth & Knumskull talking)*\n\n  Nigga, what's hap'nin?\n  Who we got in here?\n  Nigga, ain't this the last album.\n  F**k that. We got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth,\n  Knumskull, we bout to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out.\n\n  *(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me\n  Hear ya.\n\n  Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*\n\n  Well it's the one of the mill nigga\n  The Vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the fullest\n  Fill niggaz up wit bullets\n  Kill niggaz, Yuk don't bullshit\n  An I pull licks if I have to, no laughter\n  Or chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya\n  When it's the wig split\n  Come wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo\n  'Cause ya f**kin either two\n  Of yo baby ma'mas\n  Got em on camera\n  Doin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her\n  Bootsy hole\n  Fo sho, I pimp nights like Gladis\n  Niggaz better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an\n  Automatic\n  So crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call f**kin around wit mo ups & downs\n  Then a see-saw\n  Sometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla\n  Who got all the bitches lost in the motions like Pala\n  Balla than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee\n  Might be off the 40 'cause I'm OG like Ice-T\n  Ya dig?\n\n  Verse 2 *(Richie Rich)*\n\n  Smoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin like the same\n  One fo the white dope, one fo the nigga that's in the game\n  Now I know bitches that say \"Richard, do what ya wanna\"\n  But like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner\n  My 7-duce, produce, 'cause the zues was pissed off\n  I'm still gettin zips off\n  Niggaz feelin ripped off, an clipped off\n  Until they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru\n  Now what you wanna do?\n  It's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues\n  That's what they cost in the store, yeah\n  An you can reach, but you can not touch\n  Ever figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?\n  If you scared go to church, I know it hurts\n  To find out, she works for me\n  Brought me that Jeep\n  That's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut\n  That way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to f**k,\n  'Cause we.\n\n  *(Chorus)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Dru Down, let\n  Me hear ya.\n\n  Verse 3 *(Dru Down\n\n  I'm steadily stackin up on the green\n  Ballas will use the triple beam\n  Shot calla use they words\n  Hustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served\n  Now observe the definition of the pimp-mode\n  I take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really though\n  Doe is what I love, so what's up?\n  Nigga who you tellin, that life always been tough\n  Nigga I had it rough\n  An nigga it ain't no bluff\n  An potna I had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin\n  Yeah okay\n  I turned straight into a hustla\n  Crap on bustas\n  Skrilla fo reala from them suckas\n  I gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door\n  Ready to bubble\n  I turned into a balla, shot calla\n  Two for twamp\n  With in a year I'm back on the spot\n  Zippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, it's so wicked\n  Bitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy\n  Four-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggaz love me\n  An I'll be sure the next time niggaz see me I'll be high\n  Do or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th lane right\n  Side, I'm watchin the rearview juss for po-po's\n  I swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that\n  Hoe.\n\n  Verse 4 *(Knumskull)*\n\n  Fa sho. G-A fo checks\n  Pimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block\n  Wit 4 techs\n  Niggaz on this, on the move in many\n  Plenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's\n  That ain't my thang ruger\n  It's good to roll skrill that's the best thang\n  My S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that,\n  An issued this game\n  My buddies, who ever can better my Operation Stackola\n  Smack, mack, the greenery an crackola\n  Homies wanna be down rollin big stacks\n  You wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack\n  So sick wid it\n  That's why I shitted on raps fo luck\n  I'm like what ever it takes to make a buck\n  Could never be stuck\n  I'm facin a life of brokeness already\n  F**k the pain, it juss make sense fo me to stay on my hustle and game\n  Blame no nigga fo my down fall\n  But pimpin is the final frontier, I gets around y'all\n  We all.\n\n  *(Chorus)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n\n  *(talking in the background)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n\n  Bitch believe me... ahhh-yaaa! Ahaha\n"},{"id":17011939,"name":"Pimps, Playas & Hustlas (feat. Dru Down & Richie Rich)","trackName":"Pimps, Playas & Hustlas (feat. Dru Down & Richie Rich)","artistName":"Luniz","albumName":"PLAYLIST Vintage Grooves G-Funk","duration":302.866667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"*(Yukmouth & Knumskull talking)*\n\nNigga, what's hap'nin?\nWho we got in here?\nNigga, ain't this the last album.\nF**k that. We got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth,\nKnumskull, we bout to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out.\n\n*(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me\nhear ya.\n\nVerse 1 *(Yukmouth)*\n\nWell it's the one of the mill nigga\nthe Vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the fullest\nfill niggaz up wit bullets\nkill niggaz, Yuk don't bullshit\nan I pull licks if I have to, no laughter\nor chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya\nwhen it's the wig split\ncome wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo\n'cause ya f**kin either two\nof yo baby ma'mas\ngot em on camera\ndoin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her\nbootsy hole\nfo sho, I pimp nights like Gladis\nniggaz better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an\nautomatic\nso crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call f**kin around wit mo ups & downs\nthen a see-saw\nsometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla\nwho got all the bitches lost in the motions like Pala\nballa than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee\nmight be off the 40 'cause I'm OG like Ice-T\nya dig?\n\nVerse 2 *(Richie Rich)*\n\nSmoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin like the same\none fo the white dope, one fo the nigga that's in the game\nnow I know bitches that say \"Richard, do what ya wanna\"\nbut like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner\nmy 7-duce, produce, 'cause the zues was pissed off\nI'm still gettin zips off\nniggaz feelin ripped off, an clipped off\nuntil they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru\nnow what you wanna do?\nit's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues\nthat's what they cost in the store, yeah\nan you can reach, but you can not touch\never figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?\nif you scared go to church, I know it hurts\nto find out, she works for me\nbrought me that Jeep\nthat's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut\nthat way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to f**k,\n'cause we.\n\n*(Chorus)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Dru Down, let\nme hear ya.\n\nVerse 3 *(Dru Down\n\nI'm steadily stackin up on the green\nballas will use the triple beam\nshot calla use they words\nhustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served\nnow observe the definition of the pimp-mode\nI take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really though\ndoe is what I love, so what's up?\nnigga who you tellin, that life always been tough\nnigga I had it rough\nan nigga it ain't no bluff\nan potna I had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin\nyeah okay\nI turned straight into a hustla\ncrap on bustas\nskrilla fo reala from them suckas\nI gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door\nready to bubble\nI turned into a balla, shot calla\ntwo for twamp\nwith in a year I'm back on the spot\nzippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, it's so wicked\nbitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy\nfour-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggaz love me\nan I'll be sure the next time niggaz see me I'll be high\ndo or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th lane right\nside, I'm watchin the rearview juss for po-po's\nI swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that\nhoe.\n\nVerse 4 *(Knumskull)*\n\nFa sho. G-A fo checks\npimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block\nwit 4 techs\nniggaz on this, on the move in many\nplenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's\nthat ain't my thang ruger\nit's good to roll skrill that's the best thang\nmy S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that,\nan issued this game\nmy buddies, who ever can better my Operation Stackola\nsmack, mack, the greenery an crackola\nhomies wanna be down rollin big stacks\nyou wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack\nso sick wid it\nthat's why I shitted on raps fo luck\nI'm like what ever it takes to make a buck\ncould never be stuck\nI'm facin a life of brokeness already\nf**k the pain, it juss make sense fo me to stay on my hustle and game\nblame no nigga fo my down fall\nbut pimpin is the final frontier, I gets around y'all\nwe all.\n\n*(Chorus)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n\n*(talking in the background)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n\nBitch believe me... ahhh-yaaa! Ahaha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pimps, Playas & Hustlas (feat. Dru Down & Richie Rich)\n  artist: Luniz\n  album: PLAYLIST Vintage Grooves G-Funk\n  duration_ms: 302867\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  *(Yukmouth & Knumskull talking)*\n\n  Nigga, what's hap'nin?\n  Who we got in here?\n  Nigga, ain't this the last album.\n  F**k that. We got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth,\n  Knumskull, we bout to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out.\n\n  *(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me\n  hear ya.\n\n  Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*\n\n  Well it's the one of the mill nigga\n  the Vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the fullest\n  fill niggaz up wit bullets\n  kill niggaz, Yuk don't bullshit\n  an I pull licks if I have to, no laughter\n  or chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya\n  when it's the wig split\n  come wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo\n  'cause ya f**kin either two\n  of yo baby ma'mas\n  got em on camera\n  doin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her\n  bootsy hole\n  fo sho, I pimp nights like Gladis\n  niggaz better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an\n  automatic\n  so crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call f**kin around wit mo ups & downs\n  then a see-saw\n  sometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla\n  who got all the bitches lost in the motions like Pala\n  balla than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee\n  might be off the 40 'cause I'm OG like Ice-T\n  ya dig?\n\n  Verse 2 *(Richie Rich)*\n\n  Smoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin like the same\n  one fo the white dope, one fo the nigga that's in the game\n  now I know bitches that say \"Richard, do what ya wanna\"\n  but like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner\n  my 7-duce, produce, 'cause the zues was pissed off\n  I'm still gettin zips off\n  niggaz feelin ripped off, an clipped off\n  until they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru\n  now what you wanna do?\n  it's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues\n  that's what they cost in the store, yeah\n  an you can reach, but you can not touch\n  ever figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?\n  if you scared go to church, I know it hurts\n  to find out, she works for me\n  brought me that Jeep\n  that's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut\n  that way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to f**k,\n  'cause we.\n\n  *(Chorus)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Dru Down, let\n  me hear ya.\n\n  Verse 3 *(Dru Down\n\n  I'm steadily stackin up on the green\n  ballas will use the triple beam\n  shot calla use they words\n  hustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served\n  now observe the definition of the pimp-mode\n  I take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really though\n  doe is what I love, so what's up?\n  nigga who you tellin, that life always been tough\n  nigga I had it rough\n  an nigga it ain't no bluff\n  an potna I had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin\n  yeah okay\n  I turned straight into a hustla\n  crap on bustas\n  skrilla fo reala from them suckas\n  I gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door\n  ready to bubble\n  I turned into a balla, shot calla\n  two for twamp\n  with in a year I'm back on the spot\n  zippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, it's so wicked\n  bitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy\n  four-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggaz love me\n  an I'll be sure the next time niggaz see me I'll be high\n  do or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th lane right\n  side, I'm watchin the rearview juss for po-po's\n  I swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that\n  hoe.\n\n  Verse 4 *(Knumskull)*\n\n  Fa sho. G-A fo checks\n  pimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block\n  wit 4 techs\n  niggaz on this, on the move in many\n  plenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's\n  that ain't my thang ruger\n  it's good to roll skrill that's the best thang\n  my S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that,\n  an issued this game\n  my buddies, who ever can better my Operation Stackola\n  smack, mack, the greenery an crackola\n  homies wanna be down rollin big stacks\n  you wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack\n  so sick wid it\n  that's why I shitted on raps fo luck\n  I'm like what ever it takes to make a buck\n  could never be stuck\n  I'm facin a life of brokeness already\n  f**k the pain, it juss make sense fo me to stay on my hustle and game\n  blame no nigga fo my down fall\n  but pimpin is the final frontier, I gets around y'all\n  we all.\n\n  *(Chorus)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n\n  *(talking in the background)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n\n  Bitch believe me... ahhh-yaaa! Ahaha\n"},{"id":13090693,"name":"Pimps, Playas & Hustlas Ft. Dru Down & Richie Rich","trackName":"Pimps, Playas & Hustlas Ft. Dru Down & Richie Rich","artistName":"Luniz","albumName":"Operation Stackola","duration":302.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"*(Yukmouth & Knumskull talking)*\n\nNigga, what's hap'nin?\nWho we got in here?\nNigga, ain't this the last album.\nF**k that. We got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth,\nKnumskull, we bout to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out.\n\n*(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me\nhear ya.\n\nVerse 1 *(Yukmouth)*\n\nWell it's the one of the mill nigga\nthe Vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the fullest\nfill niggaz up wit bullets\nkill niggaz, Yuk don't bullshit\nan I pull licks if I have to, no laughter\nor chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya\nwhen it's the wig split\ncome wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo\n'cause ya f**kin either two\nof yo baby ma'mas\ngot em on camera\ndoin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her\nbootsy hole\nfo sho, I pimp nights like Gladis\nniggaz better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an\nautomatic\nso crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call f**kin around wit mo ups & downs\nthen a see-saw\nsometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla\nwho got all the bitches lost in the motions like Pala\nballa than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee\nmight be off the 40 'cause I'm OG like Ice-T\nya dig?\n\nVerse 2 *(Richie Rich)*\n\nSmoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin like the same\none fo the white dope, one fo the nigga that's in the game\nnow I know bitches that say \"Richard, do what ya wanna\"\nbut like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner\nmy 7-duce, produce, 'cause the zues was pissed off\nI'm still gettin zips off\nniggaz feelin ripped off, an clipped off\nuntil they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru\nnow what you wanna do?\nit's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues\nthat's what they cost in the store, yeah\nan you can reach, but you can not touch\never figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?\nif you scared go to church, I know it hurts\nto find out, she works for me\nbrought me that Jeep\nthat's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut\nthat way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to f**k,\n'cause we.\n\n*(Chorus)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Dru Down, let\nme hear ya.\n\nVerse 3 *(Dru Down\n\nI'm steadily stackin up on the green\nballas will use the triple beam\nshot calla use they words\nhustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served\nnow observe the definition of the pimp-mode\nI take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really though\ndoe is what I love, so what's up?\nnigga who you tellin, that life always been tough\nnigga I had it rough\nan nigga it ain't no bluff\nan potna I had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin\nyeah okay\nI turned straight into a hustla\ncrap on bustas\nskrilla fo reala from them suckas\nI gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door\nready to bubble\nI turned into a balla, shot calla\ntwo for twamp\nwith in a year I'm back on the spot\nzippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, it's so wicked\nbitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy\nfour-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggaz love me\nan I'll be sure the next time niggaz see me I'll be high\ndo or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th lane right\nside, I'm watchin the rearview juss for po-po's\nI swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that\nhoe.\n\nVerse 4 *(Knumskull)*\n\nFa sho. G-A fo checks\npimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block\nwit 4 techs\nniggaz on this, on the move in many\nplenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's\nthat ain't my thang ruger\nit's good to roll skrill that's the best thang\nmy S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that,\nan issued this game\nmy buddies, who ever can better my Operation Stackola\nsmack, mack, the greenery an crackola\nhomies wanna be down rollin big stacks\nyou wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack\nso sick wid it\nthat's why I shitted on raps fo luck\nI'm like what ever it takes to make a buck\ncould never be stuck\nI'm facin a life of brokeness already\nf**k the pain, it juss make sense fo me to stay on my hustle and game\nblame no nigga fo my down fall\nbut pimpin is the final frontier, I gets around y'all\nwe all.\n\n*(Chorus)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n\n*(talking in the background)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n\nBitch believe me... ahhh-yaaa! Ahaha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pimps, Playas & Hustlas Ft. Dru Down & Richie Rich\n  artist: Luniz\n  album: Operation Stackola\n  duration_ms: 302000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  *(Yukmouth & Knumskull talking)*\n\n  Nigga, what's hap'nin?\n  Who we got in here?\n  Nigga, ain't this the last album.\n  F**k that. We got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth,\n  Knumskull, we bout to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out.\n\n  *(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me\n  hear ya.\n\n  Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*\n\n  Well it's the one of the mill nigga\n  the Vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the fullest\n  fill niggaz up wit bullets\n  kill niggaz, Yuk don't bullshit\n  an I pull licks if I have to, no laughter\n  or chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya\n  when it's the wig split\n  come wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo\n  'cause ya f**kin either two\n  of yo baby ma'mas\n  got em on camera\n  doin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her\n  bootsy hole\n  fo sho, I pimp nights like Gladis\n  niggaz better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an\n  automatic\n  so crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call f**kin around wit mo ups & downs\n  then a see-saw\n  sometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla\n  who got all the bitches lost in the motions like Pala\n  balla than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee\n  might be off the 40 'cause I'm OG like Ice-T\n  ya dig?\n\n  Verse 2 *(Richie Rich)*\n\n  Smoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin like the same\n  one fo the white dope, one fo the nigga that's in the game\n  now I know bitches that say \"Richard, do what ya wanna\"\n  but like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner\n  my 7-duce, produce, 'cause the zues was pissed off\n  I'm still gettin zips off\n  niggaz feelin ripped off, an clipped off\n  until they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru\n  now what you wanna do?\n  it's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues\n  that's what they cost in the store, yeah\n  an you can reach, but you can not touch\n  ever figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?\n  if you scared go to church, I know it hurts\n  to find out, she works for me\n  brought me that Jeep\n  that's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut\n  that way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to f**k,\n  'cause we.\n\n  *(Chorus)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Dru Down, let\n  me hear ya.\n\n  Verse 3 *(Dru Down\n\n  I'm steadily stackin up on the green\n  ballas will use the triple beam\n  shot calla use they words\n  hustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served\n  now observe the definition of the pimp-mode\n  I take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really though\n  doe is what I love, so what's up?\n  nigga who you tellin, that life always been tough\n  nigga I had it rough\n  an nigga it ain't no bluff\n  an potna I had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin\n  yeah okay\n  I turned straight into a hustla\n  crap on bustas\n  skrilla fo reala from them suckas\n  I gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door\n  ready to bubble\n  I turned into a balla, shot calla\n  two for twamp\n  with in a year I'm back on the spot\n  zippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, it's so wicked\n  bitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy\n  four-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggaz love me\n  an I'll be sure the next time niggaz see me I'll be high\n  do or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th lane right\n  side, I'm watchin the rearview juss for po-po's\n  I swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that\n  hoe.\n\n  Verse 4 *(Knumskull)*\n\n  Fa sho. G-A fo checks\n  pimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block\n  wit 4 techs\n  niggaz on this, on the move in many\n  plenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's\n  that ain't my thang ruger\n  it's good to roll skrill that's the best thang\n  my S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that,\n  an issued this game\n  my buddies, who ever can better my Operation Stackola\n  smack, mack, the greenery an crackola\n  homies wanna be down rollin big stacks\n  you wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack\n  so sick wid it\n  that's why I shitted on raps fo luck\n  I'm like what ever it takes to make a buck\n  could never be stuck\n  I'm facin a life of brokeness already\n  f**k the pain, it juss make sense fo me to stay on my hustle and game\n  blame no nigga fo my down fall\n  but pimpin is the final frontier, I gets around y'all\n  we all.\n\n  *(Chorus)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n\n  *(talking in the background)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n\n  Bitch believe me... ahhh-yaaa! Ahaha\n"},{"id":40194939,"name":"Pimps, Playas & Hustlas (feat. Dru Down & Richie Rich)","trackName":"Pimps, Playas & Hustlas (feat. Dru Down & Richie Rich)","artistName":"Luniz","albumName":"Mix 'o' Matic","duration":303.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"*(Yukmouth & Knumskull talking)*\n\nNigga, what's hap'nin?\nWho we got in here?\nNigga, ain't this the last album.\nF**k that. We got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth,\nKnumskull, we bout to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out.\n\n*(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me\nhear ya.\n\nVerse 1 *(Yukmouth)*\n\nWell it's the one of the mill nigga\nthe Vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the fullest\nfill niggaz up wit bullets\nkill niggaz, Yuk don't bullshit\nan I pull licks if I have to, no laughter\nor chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya\nwhen it's the wig split\ncome wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo\n'cause ya f**kin either two\nof yo baby ma'mas\ngot em on camera\ndoin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her\nbootsy hole\nfo sho, I pimp nights like Gladis\nniggaz better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an\nautomatic\nso crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call f**kin around wit mo ups & downs\nthen a see-saw\nsometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla\nwho got all the bitches lost in the motions like Pala\nballa than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee\nmight be off the 40 'cause I'm OG like Ice-T\nya dig?\n\nVerse 2 *(Richie Rich)*\n\nSmoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin like the same\none fo the white dope, one fo the nigga that's in the game\nnow I know bitches that say \"Richard, do what ya wanna\"\nbut like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner\nmy 7-duce, produce, 'cause the zues was pissed off\nI'm still gettin zips off\nniggaz feelin ripped off, an clipped off\nuntil they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru\nnow what you wanna do?\nit's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues\nthat's what they cost in the store, yeah\nan you can reach, but you can not touch\never figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?\nif you scared go to church, I know it hurts\nto find out, she works for me\nbrought me that Jeep\nthat's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut\nthat way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to f**k,\n'cause we.\n\n*(Chorus)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Dru Down, let\nme hear ya.\n\nVerse 3 *(Dru Down\n\nI'm steadily stackin up on the green\nballas will use the triple beam\nshot calla use they words\nhustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served\nnow observe the definition of the pimp-mode\nI take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really though\ndoe is what I love, so what's up?\nnigga who you tellin, that life always been tough\nnigga I had it rough\nan nigga it ain't no bluff\nan potna I had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin\nyeah okay\nI turned straight into a hustla\ncrap on bustas\nskrilla fo reala from them suckas\nI gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door\nready to bubble\nI turned into a balla, shot calla\ntwo for twamp\nwith in a year I'm back on the spot\nzippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, it's so wicked\nbitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy\nfour-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggaz love me\nan I'll be sure the next time niggaz see me I'll be high\ndo or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th lane right\nside, I'm watchin the rearview juss for po-po's\nI swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that\nhoe.\n\nVerse 4 *(Knumskull)*\n\nFa sho. G-A fo checks\npimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block\nwit 4 techs\nniggaz on this, on the move in many\nplenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's\nthat ain't my thang ruger\nit's good to roll skrill that's the best thang\nmy S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that,\nan issued this game\nmy buddies, who ever can better my Operation Stackola\nsmack, mack, the greenery an crackola\nhomies wanna be down rollin big stacks\nyou wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack\nso sick wid it\nthat's why I shitted on raps fo luck\nI'm like what ever it takes to make a buck\ncould never be stuck\nI'm facin a life of brokeness already\nf**k the pain, it juss make sense fo me to stay on my hustle and game\nblame no nigga fo my down fall\nbut pimpin is the final frontier, I gets around y'all\nwe all.\n\n*(Chorus)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\nT for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n\n*(talking in the background)*\n\nPimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n\nBitch believe me... ahhh-yaaa! Ahaha","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pimps, Playas & Hustlas (feat. Dru Down & Richie Rich)\n  artist: Luniz\n  album: Mix 'o' Matic\n  duration_ms: 302881\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  *(Yukmouth & Knumskull talking)*\n\n  Nigga, what's hap'nin?\n  Who we got in here?\n  Nigga, ain't this the last album.\n  F**k that. We got Richie Rich, Dru Down, (you know!) Yukmouth,\n  Knumskull, we bout to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out.\n\n  *(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Yukmouth let me\n  hear ya.\n\n  Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*\n\n  Well it's the one of the mill nigga\n  the Vill niggaz, that spill niggaz guts to the fullest\n  fill niggaz up wit bullets\n  kill niggaz, Yuk don't bullshit\n  an I pull licks if I have to, no laughter\n  or chit-chat I juss clack my shit back an then I blast ya\n  when it's the wig split\n  come wit big shit fo the 9-Feva-roo\n  'cause ya f**kin either two\n  of yo baby ma'mas\n  got em on camera\n  doin a tootsie roll wit a hammer up her coochie hole, an a 40 up her\n  bootsy hole\n  fo sho, I pimp nights like Gladis\n  niggaz better knock on wood like havock, when I'm in yo hood wit an\n  automatic\n  so crack ends, givin me jaw, I be call f**kin around wit mo ups & downs\n  then a see-saw\n  sometimes I feel like I'm broke, sometimes I'm shot calla\n  who got all the bitches lost in the motions like Pala\n  balla than shisty, mo betta blues then Spike Lee\n  might be off the 40 'cause I'm OG like Ice-T\n  ya dig?\n\n  Verse 2 *(Richie Rich)*\n\n  Smoke hoes, an coke hoes, are sumpthin like the same\n  one fo the white dope, one fo the nigga that's in the game\n  now I know bitches that say \"Richard, do what ya wanna\"\n  but like old Vogues them bitches cry when I hit the corner\n  my 7-duce, produce, 'cause the zues was pissed off\n  I'm still gettin zips off\n  niggaz feelin ripped off, an clipped off\n  until they told me, it was Knumskull, Yuk an Dru\n  now what you wanna do?\n  it's 35-hundred for the straight laced triple gold, wit the vogues\n  that's what they cost in the store, yeah\n  an you can reach, but you can not touch\n  ever figga, scared nigga that you feared too much?\n  if you scared go to church, I know it hurts\n  to find out, she works for me\n  brought me that Jeep\n  that's why I, keep my bitch business in the cut\n  that way I gets yo skrilla, plus I get to f**k,\n  'cause we.\n\n  *(Chorus)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't nuthin nice, Dru Down, let\n  me hear ya.\n\n  Verse 3 *(Dru Down\n\n  I'm steadily stackin up on the green\n  ballas will use the triple beam\n  shot calla use they words\n  hustlas will use they shoulders, playas sit back an get served\n  now observe the definition of the pimp-mode\n  I take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really though\n  doe is what I love, so what's up?\n  nigga who you tellin, that life always been tough\n  nigga I had it rough\n  an nigga it ain't no bluff\n  an potna I had my own mama sufferin, that's sumpthin\n  yeah okay\n  I turned straight into a hustla\n  crap on bustas\n  skrilla fo reala from them suckas\n  I gave my mama half, me half, I'm out the door\n  ready to bubble\n  I turned into a balla, shot calla\n  two for twamp\n  with in a year I'm back on the spot\n  zippas in zipper, I'm ready to hit some fences, it's so wicked\n  bitch you jack rabbit call me Bugsy\n  four-four up in the Paddy wagon, to break my niggaz love me\n  an I'll be sure the next time niggaz see me I'll be high\n  do or die, throwin up the 5, in the 5th lane right\n  side, I'm watchin the rearview juss for po-po's\n  I swerve to the curb, about 3 an you know that I straight broke that\n  hoe.\n\n  Verse 4 *(Knumskull)*\n\n  Fa sho. G-A fo checks\n  pimp bitches fo sex, might as well go all out an pimp the whole block\n  wit 4 techs\n  niggaz on this, on the move in many\n  plenty taken, playa hatin, Caddy's\n  that ain't my thang ruger\n  it's good to roll skrill that's the best thang\n  my S-S-I check came, you gotta be a big mack to do some shit like that,\n  an issued this game\n  my buddies, who ever can better my Operation Stackola\n  smack, mack, the greenery an crackola\n  homies wanna be down rollin big stacks\n  you wanna make an effort towards paper, then bitch get crack\n  so sick wid it\n  that's why I shitted on raps fo luck\n  I'm like what ever it takes to make a buck\n  could never be stuck\n  I'm facin a life of brokeness already\n  f**k the pain, it juss make sense fo me to stay on my hustle and game\n  blame no nigga fo my down fall\n  but pimpin is the final frontier, I gets around y'all\n  we all.\n\n  *(Chorus)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech gettin major scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n  T for tech tryin to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me.\n\n  *(talking in the background)*\n\n  Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us.\n\n  Bitch believe me... ahhh-yaaa! Ahaha\n"}]