Bonus Track lyrics

[Intro]
What’s up, miznan? Driznu Diznown, miznan
I seen Tiznask all in front of the house, miznan
A n*gga was triznippin’, man—what happened?

[Verse 1: Dru Down]
I woke up and started my morning with beef, hash, and coffee
I thinking about this rookie ass cop named McCarthy
They keep on jackin’—oh, is there a problem, sir?
I know there’s not, so what the f*ck did you stop me for?
That’s the type of sh*t I’m talking right there
A lame ass cop a pumpin’ nursery fear
Take the badge and the belt off, huh, and get a sawed off
And blow your muthaf*ckin’ head straight off
Now, I’m running from the po-po’s, get in front of
I’m jettin’, getting quicker ‘cause I’m gonna, dip
A devastating leap over the fence
I hit the ground and the right and commence
To put my muthaf*ckin’ after-burners on
After me, he hit the fence but I’m gone
He stomped his feet, he’s getting angry, saying “Damn!”
About this time, I’m in the Cougar with the slam
I see these silly dilly daffy duckin’ b*tches
They’re my potnas but they wanna ride to Bridges
I said “okay” and them in and what the f*ck
One light, one dark, and both with big butts
But soon I pulled away from the curb
The Task was on my ass, there go my nerves
I’m getting jittery but the hoes couldn’t see
I had a stack in my drawers worth a G
I made a move and when I did, there goes the siren
But what do you know, the b*tches out my roof firing
A gunshots through the window to the head and now they’re dead
And I don’t give a f*ck about the punk wonder bread
So ya see, it was a job well done
Congratulated the hoes with the drank and bomb, huh
We hit Bridges, dropped the hoes off immediately
And being the player that I am, I continue to be
I’m still riding as I shoot through the big Melrose
And muthaf*ckas getting jacked, stripped head to toe, bro
But what do you know, mayne, Dru Down is steady packin’
I got somethin’ when they keep jackin’, see
[Interlude]
Like that, miznan? (Yeah, f*ck the police)
Now I’m finna introduce my potna Numskull from the Luni Tunz
Finna kick this jailhouse sh*t

[Verse 2: Numskull]
I just got out of muthaf*ckin’ jailhouse
I heard more stories than soaps that n*ggas tell before they bail out
Before I hit the first bullpen or holding
Cell, I heard more muthaf*ckas say that they was rollin’
Be sellin’ dope in the East
At least got fits, cars, b*tches, and a couple of ki’s
Don’t do no homework in school but he passin’ still
One n*gga said he f*cked more b*tches than Massengill
Got a b*tch, 36, with a husband too
He don’t sell weight but you know that his cousin do
You need somethin’, he can get it, it’s all good, bro
Got hella scratch but no money on his books though
His mom’s rich ‘cause the b*tch owns Nexxus
No, he’s not hungry but he’s the first to run for breakfast
Now he bragging about the sh*t that his kid has
And he said he smoked more weed than zig-zags
He takes a 40 to the face every morning
Swear up and down that the hoes, they be swarming
Around his ass ‘cause he famous
But to make sh*t worse, he even lies about what his name is
Now this was the whopper
sl*t said he heard a n*gga say he had a gold helicopter
Come on, that sh*t is wicked
Why these muthaf*ckas always lying just to kick it?
[Interlude]
With that jailhouse sh*t
Now I’m finna Yiznukmiznouth, the other Luni Tun
Tell ‘em how it is, man, when you finna hit that major lick

[Verse 3: Yukmouth]
Up on the late night, loading clips, holding sh*t to myself
About to jack this trick but he’s rollin’ thick
Thicker than my di*k, so you know he’s livin’ phat
Plush ass Rolls Royce, a condo way in Sac
I’m saying that he tried to have me offed
And give it to boss, it didn’t work
And first of all, I know the muthaf*ckin’ turf
Just like the back of my hand, the man tried to pull the lick
Shot the four-fifth, f*cked up good ‘cause he missed
I’m over the hills and through the woods at grandma’s house just plottin’
n*ggas are mad because I got sh*t sewn like a stocking
His hoes jockin’, knots be walking fast past him
Because they know Yukmouth got the creamery for them
And M&M peanut can’t match up to the candy that we nuts
Got in the plastic bag stashed way in the cut
He must don’t know I know the hoe he f*ck with
And I’m a n*gga that can verify she suck di*k
But uh, sh*t got deep, deeper than sh*t’s creek
As soon as the b*tch beep, she gon’ tell me where the trick sleep
Then I’ma go pimp this old sh*t
And if you act bold, b*tch, I’m letting off the whole clip
In your ass, in your kids’ ass, and if your black ass brother slip
I got another clip for his ass
Because the game is some real sh*t
Two di*ks don’t click, but never try to play me like a little b*tch
n*gga…
[Outro]
Yeah, C&H crew, you understand me?
Dru Down and Luni muthaf*ckin’ Tunz, yeah
Flow like this, somethin’ to ride to