Cuttin' It Up

Текст песни Husalah and B-Luv - Cuttin' It Up

Cuttin’ It Up Lyrics[Intro: Husalah]
They said it's a state of emergency out here (I don't know)
We just feelin' ourself, I don't know what they talkin' 'bout
You feel me? I'm good, mayne
Me and my niggas, we good, mayne (You dig?)
Ask about Burner (Burner)

[Verse 1: Husalah]
Every time I bend the block, bitches ask me, "Please
Can I ride on twenty-fours?" But, bitch, I need cheese
I'm so dope, ridin' through the Richtown
Strap in my coat, finna snatch a ho up
San Pablo, then I seen a bitch down
E. 14, the bitch said, "Husalah, Husalah
I make a lot of money and I love ya, love ya"
"But, bitch," I kept talkin' shit
"Motherfuck you, damn shithead bitch
Listen, trust me, your face is ugly"
I had to talk loud 'causе the bass was thumpin'
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
I bouncеd out the broad face didn't touch a stone
Throw up my turf so everybody know
Husalah, Husalah, the projects know
Dippin', dippin' in a long-ass row
Listen, listen if you really wanna know
How yankee I go, go
Twenty-six in the clip, one in the hole
Ask me where I been, though (Where you been, cuddie?)
In front of your baby mama house with the MAC, not in a rental
We go yankee (Ask about Burner)
[Chorus: Husalah]
They asked me what happened
When they got shot I was dancin'
I was giggin', cuddie, cuttin' it up
The throw went yankee 'til they bucked it up
Niggas went bad, cold fucked it up
But I'm still in the front goin' yankee as fuck
They asked me what happened
When they got shot I was dancin'
I was giggin', cuddie, cuttin' it up
The throw went yankee 'til they bucked it up
Niggas went bad, cold fucked it up
But I'm still goin' yankee in the front with sluts, hey
Ayo, aight?
Ayo, aight?

[Verse 2: B-Luv]
B-Luv and Hus and you know we cut it up
In a '75 drop, twenty-fours, no dubs
We get dough, we don't fuck with the club
Unless we rappin' for 'em, gettin' money in the club
We rep the field, throwin' up the P
What it is? Get retarded, baby, get dumb with me, ha
Cut it up from the Rich to the P to the C-R-E-S-T
Next to the town, the Benz on E
I do what I want and that's what I mean
She wanted nut in the mouth and was shocked when I peed
Ya boy dumb, that's why they hate me
But fuck everything, cuddie, we go yankee
Fuck goin' dumb, we go yankee
For bein' in my presence, bitch, thank me
The hyphy shit is cool, but this is what we do
Your bitch ugly, go yankee
[Chorus: Husalah]
They asked me what happened
When they got shot I was dancin'
I was giggin', cuddie, cuttin' it up
The throw went yankee 'til they bucked it up
Niggas went bad, cold fucked it up
But I'm still in the front goin' yankee as fuck
They asked me what happened
When they got shot I was dancin'
I was giggin', cuddie, cuttin' it up
The throw went yankee 'til they bucked it up
Niggas went bad, cold fucked it up
But I'm still goin' yankee in the front with sluts, hey
Ayo, aight?
Ayo, aight?