COOL NUTZ - Behind the Scenes lyrics

(feat. Jiboh, Poppa LQ, Yukmouth)

[Yukmouth]

Nigga East Oakland

Where niggas be posted all night long

Hoping they still smoking like Cheech and Chong

To each his own

Never leave home without my heat or chrome

Strapped like a beeper on my hip

Ready to flip when the heat is on

Hop in the Lac with Axl Foley

Presidential Roley make niggas want to hold me for ransom

And some bitches know me

My niggas told me

Them bitches love holding pockets

Get out a pocket

I'll knock your jaw out your socket

Then squash this

Fold up a little S-C

Best be on my C-H-E-S-T

If niggas test me

Let's see

Which nigga gonna meet Elvis Presley

Best be like what up my niggas let up like a Nestles Crunch

And start to punch niggas

Soon they gonna crunch

Fall on the dance floor

Haul off your ass into my hands slow

Get the show cancelled

No Hansel and Gretel in the ghetto just to let you know

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[Cool Nutz] Behind the scenes

[Yukmouth] All that glitter and gold

Yo that nigga aint swolled

[Cool Nutz] Behind the scenes

[Yukmouth] Lights, camera, action

anything to get the greenery stacking

[Cool Nutz] Behind the scenes

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[Cool Nutz]

Now what makes the motherfucking world go round?

You can sit back relax to my ghetto sound

This is for the hoes, niggas

Money and the yay

It gets mega trifling when your struggling and your striving

Surviving

I'm stuck to the strip for my grip

Penitentiary chances for my cash advances

What's my stances?

Brings this to your hood late night for the trip gold hund's

I want my fetty in tons

Gangs and guns

Five thousand stash what the sum

A nickel slick nigga and I'm up with the sun

So what you got for me cooking in the kitchen

Two birds hella sift got my motherfucking palms itching

So scandalous and my east coast dunns

Shit foaming and bubbling

For my money and the doubling

Respect that the Yak track got me caught up

All this "D" and the scrilla aint never enough

I pop my title like cash I'm in this game for a Franklin

Serious rap shit got a young nigga banking

Street stanking

Motherfuckers know what I mean

Low-key

Plastered to the wall I'm behind the scenes

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[Poppa LQ]

Italian link flooded diamonds

Started off that Crystal and budded

My neighborhood I love it

I'm never above it

I stays true to it

Better flew in like fluid

I'm knowing how to do it

And partner I've been through it

Sure I'm improving I'm the coldest thing moving

I had some confrontation with some cocky-ass Cuban

He said some black squabbling for some cheddar

And then he had to deepen and dict the vendetta

Well anyway I gave my baby mamma my Buretta

And told her that some Cubans might try to come get her

But meanwhile I'm a try to peel them first

But if they invade let your heater disperse

Cock it back bang, bang and do your thing girl

Let them know what's going down in your world

I want a woman with smarts

I want a woman with heart

That wont hesitate to blow your buster ass apart

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[Jiboh]

Now who makes moves like chess?

Pack heat like a sauna

My bang bang clears your whole corner

Lights, camera, action

The bomb make my boogie make me hot like coal Braxton

I be taxing niggas like Uncle Sam

My red laser beam make you do the running man

A hundred miles an hour top speed you shouldn't of fucked with

The shorty lunatic

And fuck who you with

You should have came with your whole army

Now your duct taped buck naked walking home with no car keys

Yeah you're swoll like Lou Ferigno

But all that shine like glitter it aint gold

See my crew laced in the finest

Matching Lamborghini and diamonds

I pack the jam

Make niggas say oh damn

Jiboh so cool

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