YOUNG LAY - Stickin' 2 Da Grind lyrics

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[Young Lay]

Chillin in my own hood 87's on the corner

The loc'est side in Vallejo California

But I must warn you it's dangerous on my side of the way

That is why we bump the sounds that get down the lay

Straight mugsta a thugsta that's getting paid

Too fast spliffs in my half of game will make'em pay

The month of may is when I first started my grinds

Slanging brakes even cake in eighty-nine

Things was fine cuz brothers wasn't front in black

Now what do I know thangs was way too wack

Cuz everytime I turn my back there was a new one on the scene

Saying a little bit of nuthing will get in paid green

On magazines rapping the hoes and the whole nine

That ol punk shit makes me leave the grind

And go full time in my whole rap career

Cuz I scrap with the raps that you love to hear

Sipping on beer and dojies from the dank spot

I hit the spliffs and split my shit and now I can't stop

Pushing crack rock only on the strips and alleyways

It's gangsta lay from the v straight from the cali main

What we caught and shit we bag it up and chop it down cut rates

Sell weights pound for pound

Check out the product me show you think you can get served

And if you got with the rest of the nigga to the curb

Beat down to the ground that like he's there

That's how it's done with a muthafucking loc'est playa

The crazy ants spicey ohh and my cousin tay

Riding waves just get a magazine in my niggas main

Macking mic lil twan me and spoon d gp and big g and lil reek

Loccest solja smoking doja

And paying the cops no mind why

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Sticking to the grind

Gotta make that many

[Young Lay]

Engine itching is number nine sticking to the fucking grind

And if that bitch is in your scratch let the nine give her depth

Put the gat down her throat diggity down deeper though

Time to let a hoe know that I'm all about the flow

I'm know on my side the loccest side ride like that cold turkey

And keep a strap in my black derby

So when I got it on then I'm rocking a microphone

Nigga let it alone for the set ring it on

Got my cudee crazy het in the back of me

Young juve's from the lowest place young face clocking g'z

And something will be stopping his mail I let the coat sold some dope now

cari got me clocking man

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[Young Lay]

Mr. muthafucka musta brought the niggas

Looking at the nuts I'm about to but some nuts in you

Fucking mouth cuz you's about being a bitch

And everytime I turn my back you nose is in my shit

I stack pay and hustle hard everyfucking day

Payed it to myself even though rapping keep though suckers away

But niggas be up on the dick like it's the fucking thing to do

I hit the locest strip seen somebody slanging too

They ain't from the crew

So they muggs on me but what you trying to do fool

Make some green trick you ain't no hoe

You aint' no dope pushers

See niggas be hitting ninety dope rest in the bushes

Trying to knock my game coming through they must be curious

Cuz I'm slanging things that make a few bangs go delirious

It's just like the seventh day when a young playa wakes up

Get my pager I got to pagers to make these feens think I'm faking or what

My shirt I tuck then I put on my dirby cotton heens

Hooked up with the crew now we sitting in a group steady serving the feens

Hoes dwell off the sales and I'm liking the broad

And off to Josie off the dank I had to make the fall

[Chorus]