Hooked up wit Thilivahli from Soweto, the world biggest ghetto. Through the collaboration of their talents the can release their shared frustration of being trapped in repressive enviroments.
loot
bayarea51
loot dogg
marcus weezy
Lyrics
Ntro
Plymouth Rocc! Where ya at?
1st verse Weezy
One mo’ gain/ Bacc in da door & we blow big/
Hit da studio/ Pop in some $#!+ I can flow wit’/
Get my mind right/ Checcin’ my flow if it rhyme right/
#*@% the limelight/ ni66az iz colder than dry ice/
This iz my lyfe/ Pimpin’ & dealin’ the crime lyfe/
Do or die lyfe/ Keepin’ u haterz in eye sight/ Wut dat 9 like/
Plymouth da stroller/ Got heat 4 ya/ Got yola & weed 4ya/
Stay drunk offa King Kobra/ Keep it ghetto/
Ni66a I’m on a whole notha level/ Made a deal wit da devil/
& now I’m runnin’ like a rebel/ Ain’t no luv, &!+@#/
Everybody caught up in dis thug $#!+/
Hustlin’ to make a dolla/ Bay ni66az stay poppin’ collarz/
Hit da dice game/ Never wuz one 4 doin’ da right thang/
Weed & hypnotic/ Smoccin’ on chronic/ Havin’ nice dreamz/
I’m thugged out/ Ni66az ain’t fightin’ they throwin’ slugz now/
Nuthin’ but succaz cuz they ain’t $#!+ without they gunz now/
Chorus all
They say the grass don’t grow unless the sun gon’ shine/
Got my ni66az on the corner duccin’ from da one time/
If the funk pop off, playa we all gonna ride/
Got two strikes on me, one mo’ & dat’s life/
The grass don’t grow unless the sun gon’ shine/
Got my ni66az on the corner duccin’ from da one time/
If the funk pop off, playa we all gonna ride/
Got two strikes on me, one mo’ & dat’s life/
2nd verse Loot
Your lyfe’s not real, U still livvin’ phony/
I won’ be/ Dat ni66a dat’z stucc starvin’ & hungry/
I only want G’z to stacc from kinky &!+@#ez from the bacc/
I got my mind right, and now it’z like I dunno how 2 act/
I’m like cracc money, I come vicious and cunning/
Baby don’t wanna see me when I’m off a pill stuntin’/
Makin’ moves, seein’ paper/ Crime paid us, so there’s no way to save us/
I’m up by 5:30, just in case they tryin’ to raid us/
This 4 my gangstaz on the hush/ &!+@#ez workin’ at clubz/
My ni66az wit college degrees still slangin’ drugz/
Lookin’ 4 plugz in all the wrong places/
U #*@%in’ wit a free mason/ Now let the chorus take us/
Dat’z gangsta
Breakdown Loot
Way gangsta than U can ever imagine, y’knowut I’m sayin’
U #*@%in’ Bay Area 51. Real talk. 408 #*@% wit da 510, ni66a.
Gangsta. Keep it Real.
Chorus all
They say the grass don’t grow unless the sun gon’ shine/
Got my ni66az on the corner duccin’ from da one time/
If the funk pop off, playa we all gonna ride/
Got two strikes on me, one mo’ & dat’s life/
The grass don’t grow unless the sun gon’ shine/
Got my ni66az on the corner duccin’ from da one time/
If the funk pop off, playa we all gonna ride/
Got two strikes on me, one mo’ & dat’s life/
3rd verse Weezy
I never had $#!+, ni66a till my @$$ wuz bigger/
If you threw me in a line up, they’d be like, that’s the ni66a/
I’m bacc with vengance, & I ain’t about to stop the hustle/
I cocc the muzzle/ Post on bloccz & knocks I bust ‘em/
The cops, can’t trust ‘em/ Shady like the twat I’m #*@%in’/
2 a boss it’s nuthin’/ Page my folcz & cop me sumptin’/
Da blocc be buzzin’/ Task jacc, I’m caught wit nothin’/
My lyricz be movin’ ni66az like if Pac wuz bustin’/
So stop your frontin’/ Hatin’ don’t amount to nutin’/
Loot Dogg and Marcus Walls, we make ‘em bounce to sumptin’/
Smocc an once to sumptin’/ Fool, I’m tryin’ to count me sumptin’/
& when I’m up outta da club, I’m tryin’ 2 bounce wit sumptin’/
U know my name, Weezy fo sheezy, No need 4 hatred/
I’ma stay real, while ya’ll be commin’ wit dat fake $#!+/
I grab the mike lace a hit so hard that you can taste it/
Itz dat bay $#!+, ni66a, dat bay $#!+/
Ugh… Bay Area 51… all up in MF ya talkin’ face…
Go ask yo &!+@#
Chorus Tilly solo
The grass don’t grow if the sun don’t shine/
Ducking one time/
We all gonna ride/
Dat’s life/
The grass don’t grow if the sun don’t shine/
Ducking one time/
We all gonna ride/
Dat’s life/