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Operation Stackola

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Operation Stackola은(는) 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 1995년 7월 4일일에 Virgin Records에서 발매되었습니다.Operation Stackola

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앨범Operation Stackola

발매일1995년 7월 4일

라벨Virgin Records

멜로디에 강한 음악

어쿠스틱 악기 중심

발랑스

춤추기 좋은 음악

에너지

BPM83

개요

가사

뮤직 비디오

뮤직 비디오

크레딧

실연 아티스트

Numskull

보컬

Yukmouth

보컬

작곡 및 작사

Jerold Ellis

작사가 겸 작곡가

Darren Robinson

Darren Robinson

작사가 겸 작곡가

Garrick Husband

Garrick Husband

작사가 겸 작곡가

Joseph Johnson

작사가 겸 작곡가

Richie Rich

작사가 겸 작곡가

프로덕션 및 엔지니어링

D Wiz

엔지니어

Darrin Harris

엔지니어

Michael Denton

엔지니어

N.O. Joe

프로듀서

Tom Baker

마스터링 엔지니어

가사

[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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