Operation Stackola Lyrics - Operation Stackola - Luniz

Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)* 

Posted up in the cut 

to make a buck I had to sell nuff drugs 

showed up, an rolled up, bubbled wit tough thugs that love to bust slugs 

I had much love, from dope fiends 

plug 'em wit mo cream, my dangla 

used to sport Wranglers wit Pro Wings 

fa sho green-ery stacked up, that macked up 

quick to put the gat up an blast on niggaz that act up 

snatched the scratch up, quick hit the back fence loc 

I been broke, rollin through yo mutha fuckin hood in trench coats 

wit double barrels get yo narrow ass on the ground 

I'm not play, I don't play though 

I'm out to get yo pay roll 

say hoe, you get yo monkey ass stomped wit the steel toe 

fucked in the game like a dildo 

from the Vill hoe 

to the mutha fuckin Fil-Mo fo real though 

none can get wit this sick wit it man slaughter 

practice lookin harder than 40 Water 

niggaz all over claimin they foldin weight 

I caught yo slippin, rippin that duct tape over yo face an off the 

Golden Gate 

let go, I'm down to break jaws when I takes all's 

yo cash, blast that ass won't last fo one mo day like Nate Dog 

break laws 

leathal weapon like Danny 

slangin candy 

livin lavish about my cabbage understands me. 

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*(Chorus- Knumskull)* x2 

Can't slang cream, can't lay low 

quick to pull licks for some paper to fold 

it ain't me fuck gettin fronted 

(Gaffled an licks I done it, that's why a nigga always gets blunted.) 

Verse 2 *(Knumskull)* 

I see what you see, but you don't see what I see 

mill an zips come up the whole grip like Kadafi 

20 years of age, waitin fo the say someone say cap me 

a whole line of felonies on my rap sheet 

any means to make loot in the East Oakland Bay route 

it's all about makin mail fuck bein cute (whoo) 

that's the sound when it's time to lay down my hustle 

why there's so many bubbles, I choose to throw rocks like Barney Rubble 

can't lie back, wit a gang of top scratch 

I gots to move on, an scoot on 

now mutha fucka can you buy that? 

lay low make no mistakes, make it successful 

an if a nigga run up then make his chest full 

I toss niggaz that try to struggle off me 

cross me 

a gang of jelousy because I'm saucy 

it's not my fault that I grew to become a licksta 

instead I say moms meetin pops was a mix up 

pick up 

hennessy got my brain runnin quicka than I can think 

adrenaline pumpin about to faint 

ain't no shame 

can't be no 9 to 5 nigga 

the "O" is where I'm from, so I gots to survive nigga. 

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*(chorus)* x2 

Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)* 

Nigga notice I'm broke wit a loaded four-fifth gat 

the real nigga rolled an showed us where you hide yo doe an shit at 

he did juss that, showed me where the kicks at 

an big scratch told Knum to come nigga lets get that. 

Verse 4 *(Knumskull)* 

Yuk pull over 

park the Nova 

tonight's the night, so I hope you write about the yola 

I hold the Mag, lookin for the attack 

search the whole fuckin crib cuz I know he got scratch. 

Verse 5 *(Yukmouth)* 

Creep up the mutha fuckin stairs wit the ski mask 

on the second floor in the drawer there should be cash 

but we laugh 

cuz we see task cars right next door 

but we poor, no budget fuck it, so kick down the door. 

Verse 6 *(Knumskull)* 

Boom kick it once 

boom kick it twice 

three times it's breakin an have the fuckin building shakin 

make our way through the house nothin less nothin more 

(where the kicks at?!) 

I think they in the third drawer. 

Verse 7 *(Yukmouth)* 

There's more 

an that's a fa sho-sho I got the doe, now we up out the door 

before the neighbors call po-po 

to the mobile, to count the real deal bank roll 

in my sock, I rub daily cuz it's scratchin my ankle. 

Verse 8 *(Knumskull)* 

It's morn-ing 

we unleash to the streets 

wit 12 g's a piece 

headed straight to the East 

better recognize this game is bought to be sold 

that's why I pull licks fo some paper to fold. 

*(Chorus)* x2 

BIA-TCH!