Broke Niggaz Lyrics
| Song | Broke Niggaz |
| Artist | Luniz |
| Album | Operation Stackola |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Eclipse, Elliot, Ellis ... | |
| Chorus *(yukmouth)* | |
| Broke niggas make the best crooks | |
| Ya best look | |
| Over your shoulder | |
| If you's a highroller | |
| (broke mutha fuckas they make the best crooks) | |
| (broke mutha fuckas they make the best crooks) | |
| Verse 1 *(knumskull)* | |
| Let's see how your vest look | |
| See if it fits ya | |
| Picture four hideous hustlas | |
| Quick to lick the silliest bustas | |
| I played the roll | |
| And ready to fold | |
| Fix bitches in gold | |
| Is a no-no | |
| Livin low like de la soul | |
| It's the "o" | |
| And the folks don't understand | |
| Yes you can | |
| Rush, shake the van | |
| And catch the ice cream man | |
| They know me | |
| As the loyal citizen | |
| The boy who visited | |
| Hot | |
| But on the spot | |
| I'm more chillier than dennis-in | |
| Finishin up my zip | |
| Quick to make my grip | |
| You fuck around and get licked | |
| By the luni click | |
| So that means bitches can't fade me | |
| Fuck lobster | |
| I'm fuckin up yo monkey like the monsta on aliens | |
| I got work | |
| Someone told knumskullin | |
| Rollin | |
| Four man deep | |
| In a stolen jeep | |
| Wit heat | |
| Keep the space between niggas and me ever | |
| What? ballin outta control??!! | |
| Nah, petty theivin | |
| Leavin no evidence or clues | |
| Bitch you gets a date wit yo moms | |
| But you gets robbed by the luniz fool | |
| If i was a bum | |
| I'd be straight to ride out | |
| Fuck a piece of the pie | |
| I take the whole cake and sky out. | |
| *(chorus)* x1 | |
| Verse 2 *(knuckle head)* | |
| Knuckle head | |
| Fool wit that master plan | |
| Yeah | |
| Got my glock caulked | |
| Wit my yay in my hand | |
| Understand | |
| I'm bigger than | |
| Fourth indo man | |
| That rappin nigga also known as mr. window man | |
| Cuz when i roll | |
| Nigga i rolls deep | |
| I be killin mutha fuckas in they sleep | |
| So punk p! | |
| The situation is i skipped it | |
| No set trip | |
| Got the glock caulked | |
| Keepin the tech on the hip | |
| Like a pro | |
| Deep up on the slope | |
| Pick up the pace | |
| Wit no time to waste | |
| Put my gun to his fuckin face | |
| Action-packed wit my shit | |
| It's the poetry | |
| Kickin this psycho shit | |
| Wit my click | |
| So you knows of me | |
| It's goin down | |
| I'm all about my mail | |
| Wit my g's | |
| Flipped from keys | |
| Equals dope i'm a sale | |
| Client-tell | |
| Got me on top wit raps a crook | |
| But all you ever get | |
| Is cum in yo little lungs | |
| So mutha fuckas took they last look | |
| (i'm broke, i'm sellin check books) | |
| Cuz broke niggas make the best crooks. | |
| *(chorus)* x1 | |
| *(yukmouth talking)* | |
| Eh bail, look who that? who the fuck is that? | |
| *(dope man talking)* | |
| You're cocaine, give it to me. now! | |
| *(yukmouth)* | |
| What the fuck you? you must be snortin some shit or something. | |
| (what the fuck is that?!) | |
| *(yelling and screaming in back)* | |
| *(knumskull talking)* | |
| Let's go turn off all the lights | |
| And make it seem like no ones home | |
| Niggas comin from the eastside | |
| Bout to hoo ride and get stole. | |
| Verse 3 *(eclipse)* | |
| See the whole thang was a plot | |
| Cuz that bitch you got, she gave me the scoop | |
| 12 o'clock | |
| Lexus coupe | |
| Fill it up wit hella loot | |
| Since your neighbors are all in my business | |
| You niggas don't need to know who the fuck this is | |
| Juss throw on a ski mask | |
| And then i dash | |
| This my last visit | |
| And then i'm outtie | |
| 350 prob'ley | |
| You niggas scared | |
| Don't stop me | |
| I'm a pro | |
| When it comes to gangsta robberies | |
| The paraphanalia | |
| The niggas | |
| The killas | |
| The mobb | |
| The riggas | |
| The skrilla | |
| The dealas is doin they job | |
| Eclipse | |
| Keeps clips | |
| (so don't you make 'em wanna blast nigga) | |
| I'd rather jack yo ass nigga | |
| Than be a broke ass nigga. | |
| *(chorus)* x1 | |
| Verse 4 *(yukmouth)* | |
| Dope fiends in the kitchen | |
| Smokin on a pipe | |
| Hustlas on the corner | |
| Shootin dice | |
| All of my folks in jail | |
| Raisin hell | |
| Got bitches on the whole stroll | |
| Sellin fruit cocktales | |
| To clock mail | |
| Fuck pimps | |
| Ballas | |
| Shot callas | |
| All of us gots to get our money on | |
| Oakland be's no joke | |
| It ain't no mutha fuckin funny bone | |
| Sky out to your honey comb hideout | |
| Money gone! | |
| Pullin capers on fakes | |
| Erase your papers like white out | |
| Ain't no tryouts | |
| Or basketball sports | |
| Juss a crazy horse | |
| My four-fifth strapped when shootin craps on the porch | |
| Back and fourth | |
| Like cameo | |
| I'm always death row | |
| Even though i try | |
| I can't let go | |
| Like mariah | |
| Carry the four-fiver | |
| To blow shit up like maguyver | |
| Me be steadily mobbin an robbin a cab driver | |
| Either be a broke ass | |
| No cash | |
| Havin your doe on | |
| I float on | |
| Break more niggas than ozone | |
| What | |
| Really goes on | |
| Hops | |
| The props i must | |
| Clock | |
| Hearin no glock | |
| Will have that ass holdin like buckshots | |
| Fuck cops | |
| I post on the block slangin crack-noid | |
| Avoid being broke | |
| I'm tradin places wit dan akroyd | |
| *(chorus)* x1 |
| zuo ci : Eclipse, Elliot, Ellis ... | |
| Chorus yukmouth | |
| Broke niggas make the best crooks | |
| Ya best look | |
| Over your shoulder | |
| If you' s a highroller | |
| broke mutha fuckas they make the best crooks | |
| broke mutha fuckas they make the best crooks | |
| Verse 1 knumskull | |
| Let' s see how your vest look | |
| See if it fits ya | |
| Picture four hideous hustlas | |
| Quick to lick the silliest bustas | |
| I played the roll | |
| And ready to fold | |
| Fix bitches in gold | |
| Is a nono | |
| Livin low like de la soul | |
| It' s the " o" | |
| And the folks don' t understand | |
| Yes you can | |
| Rush, shake the van | |
| And catch the ice cream man | |
| They know me | |
| As the loyal citizen | |
| The boy who visited | |
| Hot | |
| But on the spot | |
| I' m more chillier than dennisin | |
| Finishin up my zip | |
| Quick to make my grip | |
| You fuck around and get licked | |
| By the luni click | |
| So that means bitches can' t fade me | |
| Fuck lobster | |
| I' m fuckin up yo monkey like the monsta on aliens | |
| I got work | |
| Someone told knumskullin | |
| Rollin | |
| Four man deep | |
| In a stolen jeep | |
| Wit heat | |
| Keep the space between niggas and me ever | |
| What? ballin outta control??!! | |
| Nah, petty theivin | |
| Leavin no evidence or clues | |
| Bitch you gets a date wit yo moms | |
| But you gets robbed by the luniz fool | |
| If i was a bum | |
| I' d be straight to ride out | |
| Fuck a piece of the pie | |
| I take the whole cake and sky out. | |
| chorus x1 | |
| Verse 2 knuckle head | |
| Knuckle head | |
| Fool wit that master plan | |
| Yeah | |
| Got my glock caulked | |
| Wit my yay in my hand | |
| Understand | |
| I' m bigger than | |
| Fourth indo man | |
| That rappin nigga also known as mr. window man | |
| Cuz when i roll | |
| Nigga i rolls deep | |
| I be killin mutha fuckas in they sleep | |
| So punk p! | |
| The situation is i skipped it | |
| No set trip | |
| Got the glock caulked | |
| Keepin the tech on the hip | |
| Like a pro | |
| Deep up on the slope | |
| Pick up the pace | |
| Wit no time to waste | |
| Put my gun to his fuckin face | |
| Actionpacked wit my shit | |
| It' s the poetry | |
| Kickin this psycho shit | |
| Wit my click | |
| So you knows of me | |
| It' s goin down | |
| I' m all about my mail | |
| Wit my g' s | |
| Flipped from keys | |
| Equals dope i' m a sale | |
| Clienttell | |
| Got me on top wit raps a crook | |
| But all you ever get | |
| Is cum in yo little lungs | |
| So mutha fuckas took they last look | |
| i' m broke, i' m sellin check books | |
| Cuz broke niggas make the best crooks. | |
| chorus x1 | |
| yukmouth talking | |
| Eh bail, look who that? who the fuck is that? | |
| dope man talking | |
| You' re cocaine, give it to me. now! | |
| yukmouth | |
| What the fuck you? you must be snortin some shit or something. | |
| what the fuck is that?! | |
| yelling and screaming in back | |
| knumskull talking | |
| Let' s go turn off all the lights | |
| And make it seem like no ones home | |
| Niggas comin from the eastside | |
| Bout to hoo ride and get stole. | |
| Verse 3 eclipse | |
| See the whole thang was a plot | |
| Cuz that bitch you got, she gave me the scoop | |
| 12 o' clock | |
| Lexus coupe | |
| Fill it up wit hella loot | |
| Since your neighbors are all in my business | |
| You niggas don' t need to know who the fuck this is | |
| Juss throw on a ski mask | |
| And then i dash | |
| This my last visit | |
| And then i' m outtie | |
| 350 prob' ley | |
| You niggas scared | |
| Don' t stop me | |
| I' m a pro | |
| When it comes to gangsta robberies | |
| The paraphanalia | |
| The niggas | |
| The killas | |
| The mobb | |
| The riggas | |
| The skrilla | |
| The dealas is doin they job | |
| Eclipse | |
| Keeps clips | |
| so don' t you make ' em wanna blast nigga | |
| I' d rather jack yo ass nigga | |
| Than be a broke ass nigga. | |
| chorus x1 | |
| Verse 4 yukmouth | |
| Dope fiends in the kitchen | |
| Smokin on a pipe | |
| Hustlas on the corner | |
| Shootin dice | |
| All of my folks in jail | |
| Raisin hell | |
| Got bitches on the whole stroll | |
| Sellin fruit cocktales | |
| To clock mail | |
| Fuck pimps | |
| Ballas | |
| Shot callas | |
| All of us gots to get our money on | |
| Oakland be' s no joke | |
| It ain' t no mutha fuckin funny bone | |
| Sky out to your honey comb hideout | |
| Money gone! | |
| Pullin capers on fakes | |
| Erase your papers like white out | |
| Ain' t no tryouts | |
| Or basketball sports | |
| Juss a crazy horse | |
| My fourfifth strapped when shootin craps on the porch | |
| Back and fourth | |
| Like cameo | |
| I' m always death row | |
| Even though i try | |
| I can' t let go | |
| Like mariah | |
| Carry the fourfiver | |
| To blow shit up like maguyver | |
| Me be steadily mobbin an robbin a cab driver | |
| Either be a broke ass | |
| No cash | |
| Havin your doe on | |
| I float on | |
| Break more niggas than ozone | |
| What | |
| Really goes on | |
| Hops | |
| The props i must | |
| Clock | |
| Hearin no glock | |
| Will have that ass holdin like buckshots | |
| Fuck cops | |
| I post on the block slangin cracknoid | |
| Avoid being broke | |
| I' m tradin places wit dan akroyd | |
| chorus x1 |
| zuò cí : Eclipse, Elliot, Ellis ... | |
| Chorus yukmouth | |
| Broke niggas make the best crooks | |
| Ya best look | |
| Over your shoulder | |
| If you' s a highroller | |
| broke mutha fuckas they make the best crooks | |
| broke mutha fuckas they make the best crooks | |
| Verse 1 knumskull | |
| Let' s see how your vest look | |
| See if it fits ya | |
| Picture four hideous hustlas | |
| Quick to lick the silliest bustas | |
| I played the roll | |
| And ready to fold | |
| Fix bitches in gold | |
| Is a nono | |
| Livin low like de la soul | |
| It' s the " o" | |
| And the folks don' t understand | |
| Yes you can | |
| Rush, shake the van | |
| And catch the ice cream man | |
| They know me | |
| As the loyal citizen | |
| The boy who visited | |
| Hot | |
| But on the spot | |
| I' m more chillier than dennisin | |
| Finishin up my zip | |
| Quick to make my grip | |
| You fuck around and get licked | |
| By the luni click | |
| So that means bitches can' t fade me | |
| Fuck lobster | |
| I' m fuckin up yo monkey like the monsta on aliens | |
| I got work | |
| Someone told knumskullin | |
| Rollin | |
| Four man deep | |
| In a stolen jeep | |
| Wit heat | |
| Keep the space between niggas and me ever | |
| What? ballin outta control??!! | |
| Nah, petty theivin | |
| Leavin no evidence or clues | |
| Bitch you gets a date wit yo moms | |
| But you gets robbed by the luniz fool | |
| If i was a bum | |
| I' d be straight to ride out | |
| Fuck a piece of the pie | |
| I take the whole cake and sky out. | |
| chorus x1 | |
| Verse 2 knuckle head | |
| Knuckle head | |
| Fool wit that master plan | |
| Yeah | |
| Got my glock caulked | |
| Wit my yay in my hand | |
| Understand | |
| I' m bigger than | |
| Fourth indo man | |
| That rappin nigga also known as mr. window man | |
| Cuz when i roll | |
| Nigga i rolls deep | |
| I be killin mutha fuckas in they sleep | |
| So punk p! | |
| The situation is i skipped it | |
| No set trip | |
| Got the glock caulked | |
| Keepin the tech on the hip | |
| Like a pro | |
| Deep up on the slope | |
| Pick up the pace | |
| Wit no time to waste | |
| Put my gun to his fuckin face | |
| Actionpacked wit my shit | |
| It' s the poetry | |
| Kickin this psycho shit | |
| Wit my click | |
| So you knows of me | |
| It' s goin down | |
| I' m all about my mail | |
| Wit my g' s | |
| Flipped from keys | |
| Equals dope i' m a sale | |
| Clienttell | |
| Got me on top wit raps a crook | |
| But all you ever get | |
| Is cum in yo little lungs | |
| So mutha fuckas took they last look | |
| i' m broke, i' m sellin check books | |
| Cuz broke niggas make the best crooks. | |
| chorus x1 | |
| yukmouth talking | |
| Eh bail, look who that? who the fuck is that? | |
| dope man talking | |
| You' re cocaine, give it to me. now! | |
| yukmouth | |
| What the fuck you? you must be snortin some shit or something. | |
| what the fuck is that?! | |
| yelling and screaming in back | |
| knumskull talking | |
| Let' s go turn off all the lights | |
| And make it seem like no ones home | |
| Niggas comin from the eastside | |
| Bout to hoo ride and get stole. | |
| Verse 3 eclipse | |
| See the whole thang was a plot | |
| Cuz that bitch you got, she gave me the scoop | |
| 12 o' clock | |
| Lexus coupe | |
| Fill it up wit hella loot | |
| Since your neighbors are all in my business | |
| You niggas don' t need to know who the fuck this is | |
| Juss throw on a ski mask | |
| And then i dash | |
| This my last visit | |
| And then i' m outtie | |
| 350 prob' ley | |
| You niggas scared | |
| Don' t stop me | |
| I' m a pro | |
| When it comes to gangsta robberies | |
| The paraphanalia | |
| The niggas | |
| The killas | |
| The mobb | |
| The riggas | |
| The skrilla | |
| The dealas is doin they job | |
| Eclipse | |
| Keeps clips | |
| so don' t you make ' em wanna blast nigga | |
| I' d rather jack yo ass nigga | |
| Than be a broke ass nigga. | |
| chorus x1 | |
| Verse 4 yukmouth | |
| Dope fiends in the kitchen | |
| Smokin on a pipe | |
| Hustlas on the corner | |
| Shootin dice | |
| All of my folks in jail | |
| Raisin hell | |
| Got bitches on the whole stroll | |
| Sellin fruit cocktales | |
| To clock mail | |
| Fuck pimps | |
| Ballas | |
| Shot callas | |
| All of us gots to get our money on | |
| Oakland be' s no joke | |
| It ain' t no mutha fuckin funny bone | |
| Sky out to your honey comb hideout | |
| Money gone! | |
| Pullin capers on fakes | |
| Erase your papers like white out | |
| Ain' t no tryouts | |
| Or basketball sports | |
| Juss a crazy horse | |
| My fourfifth strapped when shootin craps on the porch | |
| Back and fourth | |
| Like cameo | |
| I' m always death row | |
| Even though i try | |
| I can' t let go | |
| Like mariah | |
| Carry the fourfiver | |
| To blow shit up like maguyver | |
| Me be steadily mobbin an robbin a cab driver | |
| Either be a broke ass | |
| No cash | |
| Havin your doe on | |
| I float on | |
| Break more niggas than ozone | |
| What | |
| Really goes on | |
| Hops | |
| The props i must | |
| Clock | |
| Hearin no glock | |
| Will have that ass holdin like buckshots | |
| Fuck cops | |
| I post on the block slangin cracknoid | |
| Avoid being broke | |
| I' m tradin places wit dan akroyd | |
| chorus x1 |
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