(Yukmouth) Y'all niggaz in trouble, should've never fucked with Yuk. G-G-G-Gay Unit! Bitch ass Game you could neva fuck with Yuk you bitch!(you bitch). (
young)* 2x That's the ballers feud A thug changes, and love changes That's the ballers feud And best friends become strangers. Verse 1*(yukmouth)*
[tech n9ne] (yukmouth) Regime killas, ah What the deal (it's that lethal) What's poppin Regime niggas in this motherfucker for the one nine nine twist
Gather ?round, gather ?round, hurry Uh, welcome! uh, little boys and girls Listen, I?m 'bout to lace, y?all motherfuckers About Oakland, the city of dope
Give me a gangstress, a bitch that don't take no shit I need a gangsta bitch, a bitch that's armed and dangerous, nigga I want a bitch that, pack a gat
Yes, yes My lil shorty's gonna be a thug Father like son, like son, like dad My family all into makin' this cash Shorty's gonna be a thug Like father,
of 'em on my shit Onenation and it's just to hit my nation All the real niggas that I recognize in the game Outlawz with that motherfucking nigga, Yukmouth
Verse 1 You niggas juss created a monsta Fuck a tampa I smoke ganja Up in the bahamas racin yamaha jet skis Money launderin like "casa blanca"
Yeah, make sure that shit be playin' real loud (Me and Yuk you know) Uh' now once again me and my nigga It's in my blood we straight killas I be the
Thug Lords holdin' the chopper in the sky, nigga bust yours All my niggaz, they down to ride for the thug Lords Nigga that cross me, his ass gon die,
What? Where my ladies at? Where my ladies at? Let's do this, uh, menage a trios style It's the 90's and regular sex is played out I need two women, at
hide nigga and matter fact we gone suprise some niggas...Outlawz (Yukmouth) Fake ass, soldier niggas wannabe Yuk Y'all niggas scared severly Hook 1 (Yukmouth
Yes You know I had to make a weed song for the album, bitch This Smoke-A-Lot on mine, ya dig I stay puffin' lah, ya dig What, what, what When I wake
payroll, pockets stay swoll Hearts stay cold, that's why we's on payroll [ CHORUS ] Regime Life, niggas Thug rituals Regime Life Thug Lord Regime Life, nigga [ Yukmouth
Yea, I'm a throwback fanatic Air force addict Hardwood classics Fitted cap to match it Jeff Hamilton jacket, NBA patches Team logos on my Jordans I'm
Yuk, what, thug lord, regime West coast, Yukmouth, Mac Mac, uh, check (Verse 1: C-Bo) Mission arrives upon all means, all the cream Baddest bitches you
Thinkin bout the row outta town With the heater cock bust a million rounds Dogg pound international's breakin off fools While the dock can bust The facility touch [yukmouth
I live the life of a hooler, take ten pages Turn around and shoot 'em, concrete Buddha We threw 'em in the creak to loose 'em Streets polluted with drugs