*(Yukmouth talking)*       Hennessy! (Hindu)    Pass it!    (Ahhh)    It's yo life.    It's yo life.    It's yo life.    Ballin, hit the scene.       Chorus *(Luniz, Dru Down)*       Get yo grind on man.    (Get yo grind on)    Get yo scrilla on    (The scrilla, scratch, paper)       Verse 1 *(Numskull)*       I won't let it phase me    this the game mayne    an this is my domain    make a couple of bomb    shit this ain't the same    now I'ma send this repetension    I'm supposed to have G's    so, all eyes is on me    I see this rap shit ain't brought me nathin    but a 50 couple of mo hoes    and major playa hatin    a nigga can't win for losin    I'm might be choosin the wrong thang to do    but I'm hustlin the same thing as you    nigga I came to the Town already    the Town still takin, now I gotta deal wit ya'll bitch niggas hatin    fuck that    hit me if ya wanna    mini 14 got ya greedy in the corner    Wanna see me?    You know where I hang    where I used to slang caine    an got my first case for a thang-thang    about keepin shit real    this it nigga    get yo mail on    stay away from all this bitch shit    I don't wanna kill nobody (nobody)    but off the hook    I guess broke niggas make the best crooks (like you)    I got a question    serious as thee    Why's everybody always hatin on me?       Chorus *(Luniz, Dru Down)       Get yo grind on man.    (I'm the pusha, pusha man.)    Get yo scrilla on.    (The scrilla, scratch, paper nigga.)    Get yo pimp on man.    (I keeps the pimpin fa real though.)    Get yo scrilla on.    (I need my money right now bitch.)       Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*       West coastin    Pacific Ocean    niggas in Oakland    cut close to sellin dope an high    smokin until a nigga stop chokin    get broken off    for tryin to spit a razor blade out    then whip the gage out    an blow him rib cage out    I got my fetti    hit up Casino's like Joe Pesci    the get away ridin a jet skit    I'm double 0-7, Golden Eye    gold mouth, golden finga    ass out while I'm holdin Nina    I remember when I used to sell dope    makin 20 off a Note    task smash an grab a nigga by the throat    but I swallowed it    an you can spit it out    when they split I be the first nigga that try to shit it out    now I'm on some mo'    Rolex    Moet    X-O    mo sex than the next hoe    tote Tech's when we rollin (skee skirt)    it's the creamery    hit the scenery    so cleanery    on chrome eighteens rollin the greenery.       *(Chorus)* 1x       Verse 3 *(Numskull)*       I hate you    and you hate me    to slang I-C-E    but I see me    bubblin mo than thee    to be or not to be    (That's the question)    Like Shakespeare    You inturrupt my struggle and I make fear.       Verse 4 *(Yukmouth)*       Stayed on the West Coast    the best coast    still yo ass full of guest coast    Bitches!    Get yo neck choked    Niggas!    Get yo chest smoked    same thing for nay fiends    these nay fiends    hoe want bankin    thankin they bitch ass 'cause it's stankin.       Verse 5 *(Numskull)*       I'm stankin like X-O    staggering my whole life through me    I'm headed to the west like Fievel    I know where I'm supposed to be like compass'    no matter where the fuck you from    yo bitch is bumpin this.       Verse 6 *(Yukmouth)*       Nigga I got that A-1 Yola or K!!    Straight margerin    niggas be starvin in the drought    puttin fo sale signs on they cars an house    Yukmouth about that scrilla, scratchola    stackola on the up an up    I can't be fuckin up.       *(Chorus)* 1x       *(Dru Down's outro)*       Nigga get yo scrilla on nigga!    (Biatch!)    Luniz and mutha fuckin Dru Down, you know    (EASTSIDE!!)    steady grindin.    (The Vill in this mutha fucka!)    Yeah that's how we keep sellin these mutha fuckin records you know.    (Biatch!)    Keepin the scrilla, keep the pimpin up to, ah.. me!?