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Operation Stackola

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Operation Stackola wurde am 4. Juli 1995 von Virgin Records als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtOperation Stackola

Songdetails

AlbumOperation Stackola

Veröffentlichungsdatum4. Juli 1995

LabelVirgin Records

Melodizität

Akustizität

Valence

Tanzbarkeit

Energie

BPM83

SONG-INFO

SONGTEXTE

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Numskull

Vocals

Yukmouth

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jerold Ellis

Songwriter

Darren Robinson

Darren Robinson

Songwriter

Garrick Husband

Garrick Husband

Songwriter

Joseph Johnson

Songwriter

Richie Rich

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

D Wiz

Engineer

Darrin Harris

Engineer

Michael Denton

Engineer

N.O. Joe

Producer

Tom Baker

Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

[Verse 1]

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

I 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 **** that act up

Snatched the scratch up, quick hit the back fence loc

I been broke, rollin through yo muthafuckin' 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 ho, you get yo monkey ass stomped wit the steel toe

Fucked in the game like a dildo

From the Vill ho to the muthafuckin' Fillmore for real though

None can get with this sick wit it man slaughter

Practice lookin harder than forty Water

**** 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

Lethal weapon like Danny, slangin' candy

Livin' lavish about my cabbage understands me

[Verse 2]

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 **** always gets blunted)

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 **** always gets blunted)

[Verse 3]

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

Mill' an zips come up the whole grip like Kadafi

Twenty 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 (Woo)

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 muthafucka, can you buy that?

Lay low make no mistakes, make it successful

And if a **** run up then make his chest full

I toss **** that try to struggle off me, cross me

A gang of jealousy 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' quicker than I can think

Adrenaline pumpin about to faint, ain't no shame

Can't be no 9 to 5 ****

The "O" is where I'm from, so I gots to survive ****

[Verse 4]

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 **** always gets blunted)

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 **** always gets blunted)

[Verse 5]

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

The real **** rolled an showed us where you hide yo doe and shit at

He did just that, showed me where the kicks at

An big scratch told Knum to come **** let's get that

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 'cause I know he got scratch

Creep up the muthafuckin' stairs wit the ski mask

On the second floor in the drawer there should be cash

But we laugh 'cause we see task cars right next door

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

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, man?) I think they in the third drawer

There's more, and 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 'cause it's scratchin my ankle

It's morning

We unleash to the streets

With twelve 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

[Verse 6]

I 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 **** always gets blunted)

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 **** always gets blunted)

Bitch

Written by: D. Robinson, Garrick Husbands, Jerold Ellis, Joseph Johnson, Richie Rich

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