My Buddy (Remix) lyrics

Me and You

[Daz] And you know that

Me and You

[Daz]
Who can fade it, two assassins up on the mic
Blastin', askin' no questions, bringin' cannons to a gunfight
Kaboom! We still mash as a team
As we mash for our dreams, jack an' hook n*ggas for green
It's Dillinger, fulfillin, makin a law outta killin
Pullin' scandalous schemes fulfillin fantasy dreams
Catch me on a Costa Rica, with an island full of weed
Money and b*tches, on a boat with switches

[Numskull]
See what I'm yellin', international helmet
No color lines on my ugly and fine, you can sell it
I'm glad folks think the same way as I do
Cause I'll stab b*tches way down in the Bayou
With two make way for two mo'
Four blows, like Hugh Hef' hoes
Slumpin' nationwide through the ghettos
Four youngsters, Hennessy sponsored
With four youngsters on it
Four corners of the maps now count it
[Daz]
I spend major loot on khaki suits
Nike's and Crocasacks, sweatsuits and leather boots
I box n*ggas twice my size, bust with a fo'-five
Look you up in yo' eye, blast, make the party live

[Numskull]
What you speakin' on, wanna go through it?
Drink-A-Lot, made from fluid
Slump b*tch, don't you hear the music?
My buddy, Daz Dilly and Numskully
Doin' big thangs with the candy-paint Caddy

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To all my n*ggas.. and all my b*tches
Throw your motherf*ckin hands in the air
And if you don't give a f*ck
Like we don't give a f*ck
Throw your motherf*ckin hood up in the air

[Kurupt]
No b*tch-ass n*ggas, no funny-ass hoes
Dogg Pound Gangstas dippin' in low-lows
You ain't heard about the homies?
You best'a check the file
Pistols, layin' n*ggas in the crowd down
n*ggas bout ta rout outta town
With the heater c*cked bust a million rounds
Dogg Pound international, trippin off shrooms
Bout ta dump 'n bust the whole vicinity
[Yukmouth]
I lay this game down
Jump back and kissed myself like I was James Brown
Spin around, hit the splits on the ground
Split your motherf*ckin crown
Turnin' zips into pounds
Dogg Pound lick the rounds
n*ggas hittin' the ground
f*ck around you get shot up
I tear sh*t up
And you can ask Puff, Lil Cease, Mary J. Bleez
And Jodeci about that n*gga Yuk-meez
The hardcore, got kicked off tour
For p*ss-walking on the hotel floor

[Kurupt]
In a G ride when we ride, DP ride
And get ta mashin n*ggas
Automatically automatic get ta blastin n*ggas
Shank a n*gga, bank a n*gga
Grip the heater, start blankin' n*gga

[Yukmouth]
I'm danked out, surrounded by weed smoke
You see me and my n*ggas in the club
Thugged up, suited in street clothes
We roll Cut-dogs and Regals
Never legal, gettin off helo's
n*gga, me and my amigo
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[Numskull]
Who did that? Who sh*tted?
Who spoke on the ghetto values?
Who supa-dupa flyyyyy?
I cater to the pimps, players, hustlers and bast*rds

[Kurupt]
Why don't you meet me over in the O, homie?
Cause when I get there the hoes will be all up on me
I know y'all got a gang of b*tches...

[Daz]
Ha ha, and we like fabulous thangs and livin' life expensive
In ice machines dippin'
With a pocket full of c-notes
Cruise the block with a knock lookin' for weed tho'
And oh yeah, who got the gangsta sh*t?
Daz and Kurupt, Numskull and Yuk, trick beyotch

[Yukmouth]
Well, it's the playa potna
Slangin' ice cream and Frusen Glädjé
Rockin Hilfiger just like Kidada
I walk around the house wit' rottweilers just like a mobster
Throw the Mobb up
Grab the chopper and then I blop blop blop ya
O-A-K, bust and throw away, up out the roof
Blowin' hay up out the roof down in LA then go in loop
And Oops! it make a n*gga spooked
With a couple of screws loose
Find your homie sweatin' butt naked locked up in a chicken coop
Bok! Eliminate, destroy all marks, Zark!
And blast a hole thru yo' muthaf*ckin' back and crack yo' heart
Out your chest If you test the young the rest' slash David Koresh
Reincarnated in the motherf*ckin flesh
Yes yes

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