Luniz — My Buddy

[Intro] What you haters would give, to live the life the gangsters live Me and You My Buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy (And you know that) Me and You My Buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy Me and You My Buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy Me and You My Buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy Me and You [Verse 1] [Daz] Who can fade it, two assassins up on the mic Blastin', askin' no questions, bringin' cannons to a gunfight Kaboom! We still mash as a team as we mash for our dreams Actin' hood niggas for green It's Dillinger, fulfillin', makin' a low-rider killin' Pullin' scandalous schemes, fulfillin' fantasy dreams Catch me on a Costa Rica, with a island full of weed Money and bitches, on a boat with switches [Numskull] See, when I'm yellin', International helmet No color lines on my ugly and fine, you can sell it I'm glad folks think the same way as I do 'Cause I'll stab bitches way down in the Bayou With two, make way for two mo' Fo' blows, like Hugh Hef' hoes Subbin' nationwide through the ghettos Four youngsters, Hennessy sponsored, when four youngsters honored Four corners of the map now on it [Daz] I spend major loot on khaki suits Nike's and Crocker Sacks, wetsuits, and leather boots I box niggas twice my size, bust with a .4-5 Make you open while I blast, keep the party live [Numskull] What you speakin' on? Wanna go through it? Drink-a-Lot made from fluid Slump, bitch, don't you hear the music? My buddy, Daz Dilly and Numskully Doin' big thangs with the candy paint Caddy [Chorus: Val Young] What, what, what, what you haters would give To live the life that gangstas live (My buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy) What, what, what you haters would give To live the life that gangstas live (My buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy) [Verse 2] [Kurupt] Check it out No bitch ass niggas, no funny ass hoes Dogg Pound Gangstas drippin' in low-lows You ain't heard about the homies? You best'a check the files Pistols layin' niggas in the crowd down Niggas 'bout to rout outta town With the heater cocked, bust a million rounds Dogg Pound international, trippin' off shrooms 'Bout to dump and bust, the whole vicinity touched [Yukmouth] Nigga, I lay this game down, come back Kissed myself like I was James Brown Spin around with the splits on the ground Then split your motherfuckin' crown Turn a zip into pounds Dogg Pound lickin' rounds, niggas hittin' the ground Fuck around and get shot up I tear shit up, and you can ask Puff Little Cease, Mary J. Beez. and Jodeci About that nigga Yukmeez, the hardcore Get kicked off tour for piss marking on the hotel floor [Kurupt] Nigga, G ride when we ride, DP ride Get to mashin' niggas, automatically Automatic get to blastin' niggas Shank a nigga, bank a nigga Grip the heater, start blankin' niggas [Yukmouth] I'm danked out, surrounded by weed smoke See me and my peoples in the club Thugged up, suited in street clothes We roll Cut-dogs and Regals, on triple gold feet, hoe Smoking weed, just me and my amigos [Chorus: Val Young] What, what, what you haters would give To live the life that gangstas live (My buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy) What, what, what, what you haters would give To live the life that gangstas live (My buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy) [Verse 3] [Numskull] Who did that? Who shitted? Who spoke on the ghetto values? Who supa-dupa flyyyyy? I cater to the pimps, players, hustlers, and bastards [Kurupt] Ayo, why don't you meet me over in the O, homie? 'Cause when I get there, the hoes'll be all up on me I know y'all got a gang of bitches... [Daz] ...Ha, ha And like fabulous thangs and livin' life instinctive In nights machine dippin', with a pocket full of C-notes Cruise the block with a knot lookin' for weed-o And oh yeah, who got the gangsta shit? Daz and Kurupt, Numskull and Yuk, trick bitch [Yukmouth] Yes, yes, yes Well, it's your player potna, slingin' ice cream and Frusen Glädjé Rockin' Hillfiger just like a Kidada I walk around the house with rottweilers just like a mobster Collar poppin', me, Daz, Kurupt, and Num up in the Impala [Chorus: Val Young] What, what, what you haters would give To live the life that gangstas live (My buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy) What, what, what, what you haters would give To live the life that gangstas live (My buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy) (Me and you)