Paroles Why ask why Yukmouth

Why ask why

Featuring Lee Majors , Dru Down , Chop Black

(Verse 1)
I used to give 44 P, CCAC
Had a mule moving packs over to DC
My connect needing fast need some extra cheese
I got stuck with some grass and it ain't even green
But I got peeps down south that would take 'em off my hands
Got 'em for the food, sold 'em for the grand
Pimping on the low, once I met the man
At first I had no clue but now I got a plan
Got a solid team, a bunch of solid killers
Got a job for the years that actually set the skrilla
You know the rules, ain't no speaking unless you spoken to
If you a boss nigga, do what bosses do
I stay pushing it baby, call salt and pepper
I tax on the mammals fast and I got freckles
I move past of you hoes and send 'em past to river
I got basketball balls call shots like Dark Rivers

(Hook)
The regime I got this rap game put on lock
Why ask why
Don't you ask me no questions and I won't tell no lies
(Won't tell no lies)
Getting money our hussle about to do
And dont give a damn about whatever happen to you
We getting wild (x6)

(Verse 2)
As time blown the bright and the pile recks his boil
I'm down south in H town with that Texas oil
I'm in that black coat by a thing 4 on 4
This one to go I got enough to make georgia snow
Got kush for the 6 and bricks for 27
24/7 counting money like we're in the recession
Lead the weapon on my nigga it's pitching and catching
I'm stretching thickens while I'm gripping that snitch and the west end
From Oakland to Cleveland, from Cleveland to Acland
I'm sending a package then collecting the cabbage
Touch down home run what's the bad navage
Fucking models with the fattest asses out in cali batches
Vacuum ceiling then I send the power down
They go for 50 out of town, gotta lock it down
Young town it's 2 thous' for the Bobby Brown
Running break nigga I got papi in the lobby now

(Hook)
The regime I got this rap game put on lock
Why ask why
Don't you ask me no questions and I won't tell no lies
(Won't tell no lies)
Getting money our what's about to do
And dont give a damn about whatever happen to you
We getting wild (x6)

(Verse 3)
I got that cake, and that blue flakes
Go order up in that paint
That super duper sugar will leave you with buggers away
Have you bleeding from the nose like it's pulp fiction
But I'm Scarface I'm good fella but a rad guy
Say hi better do or die
I ride but it's time to ride
Don't call me for bullshit I still might go , fluid in
Regime, changing the range I'm insane
When it comes to getting paper I'm getting that membrane
Damn thing changed , but still mobbin, no robbin
Strictly with the business my nigga I'm with the poppin
And it's more than a few of them things than a nigga coppin
And a 6 5 , 6 lash things some drop yea

(Verse 4)
Remember me I'm the nigga knocking at your door
No sky mask just some gucci's and my 44's
Shake it like a pit, now show me what I came for
Talking shit like a bitch hold tight on the floor
Life with no scoops , pisces with no dough
Chop and let the barrel smoke, no hesitation let 'em go
Switch cheese your 4 door like I'm going postal
Bottom line motherfucker I would toast you
Sharp it up in the coop, D boy in the soup
Rock star mojo host, think I'm pimpin like Drew
Chrome spin and slide through, like a Ice cube
Counting money all day my nigga what you about to do

The regime I got this rap game put on lock