| Song | So Much Drama |
| Artist | Luniz |
| Album | Operation Stackola |
| 作词 : Ellis, Husband, Terry-T. | |
| Verse 1 *(nik nack)* | |
| Nik nack is in the house for the four, | |
| My niggaz locked up, left a kilo.... it's good as sold, | |
| Stole, | |
| Gumbo pot creamery, | |
| Rise to the top, | |
| My limo even slide through on the late night for that high, | |
| I wanna zoom-zoom, bumpin luni-tunes, | |
| Candy paint k-5 | |
| Bitches i stay high, | |
| Playa hate, | |
| Callin me a balla, shot calla, | |
| Cuz i'm slangin all the major weight, | |
| Blam!! | |
| Close the door to my residence, | |
| Po-po start searchin low, but found no evidence, | |
| They tryin to wash me an our county like downy, | |
| Quick to pick a nigga nack up like downty, | |
| Don't clown me, | |
| Bitch!! | |
| Dike hoes wanna lick my clit, | |
| But end up gettin stuck in the gut, wit a dick, | |
| Down fo my shit, | |
| Tricks wanna get em up wit me, | |
| Because they heard their baby-daddy fucked wit me, | |
| But i'm out on you hoes, | |
| Wit the 10 g belt, | |
| The only thing i'm concentratin on is checkin my mail, | |
| What the hell??!! what the fuck??!! | |
| Do you mean, | |
| Your boyfriend is a dope fiend, an he smoked up all my ice cream, | |
| Oops upside yo head fo gettin licked like a lolli-pop, | |
| Let yo nigga cut, where's my shit, now you get lolli-hopped, | |
| By everybody on the turf, | |
| Oh yeah about that skrilla.... hell yeah that welfare check is mines on | |
| The first. | |
| *(chorus)* x2 | |
| It's so much drama in the streets, | |
| An i can't tell you why the funk be deep! | |
| Do you really know where ya going to, | |
| An do you like the things that life is showin you?? | |
| Verse 2 *(knumskull)* | |
| Fuck around an trust yo underfolks, | |
| Like dope fiends, you leave yo cream wit, | |
| Post, you come back an yo whole bundle gone, | |
| Or this, niggaz add dirt to the list, | |
| Getaway clean, | |
| But one wanna keep everything, | |
| He gots to cook it, cuz we need the good shit to post, | |
| Tryin to bake a whole thing, this fool claim that the pot broke, | |
| But here goes 5 g's an dubbs, | |
| You can probably catch mo cuz i chop slugs, | |
| Blood bubbles, so i charge it to the game wit no shame, | |
| Even though we got away wit a whole thang of cocaine, | |
| I got fucked in the deal, sumpthin cool, | |
| (why meee!!) | |
| Cuz that 5 g's he gave me was boo-boo, | |
| Too much drama in the streets of the oak, | |
| Niggaz will tell you what they want you to hear, | |
| Not what you should know, | |
| Instead of sellin mo cream, | |
| Niggaz is sellin mo dreams, | |
| Lyin juss to kick it sellin weight wit no fiends, | |
| Now this is sumpthin that i don't understand, | |
| Why the fuck would that nigga master p call himself the ice cream man, | |
| Bitch!! don't you hear the muzik?? | |
| That's jankie as fuck, | |
| He musta been off the fluid, | |
| Niggaz steadily tryin to take shit from the next man, | |
| Don't playa hate, juss give a pound an let the best stand, | |
| It's too much skrilla in the land, | |
| Fo niggaz to be hatin, | |
| Captian savin, | |
| I juss don't understand. | |
| Verse 3 *(yukmouth)* | |
| Cuz when i was a youngsta, money was so damn hard to find. | |
| But dealt wit my young comrads an we was deadly on the grind. | |
| When i wanted to bubble, fools start trippin talkin shit. | |
| They never woulda thought i'd be, the mutha fuckin wit all of the grip. | |
| Check this out here you jive ass turkeys man. hoe's slobberin-obberin in | |
| The o. there's only one mobb man, don't hop on the back of the ice cream | |
| Truck an get yo ass booted off. | |
| I can't stand punks on a man hunt, | |
| That destroy, | |
| Lay low, cuz my four-four, | |
| Will make yo ass glow, like bruce lee woo, | |
| (sho nuff) | |
| Since they bigga, | |
| Many figga that i can't throw, | |
| But they don't know about this bole-legged skinny nigga, | |
| Mad because i'm foldin grip, | |
| Plus rollin thick, | |
| Still up on that late night loadin clips, | |
| Holdin shit, | |
| To myself, | |
| Shotgun bullets be bad fo them health, | |
| So save that gang-bang shit on somebody else, | |
| Where i peep thugs, | |
| Have drugs to sell you, | |
| Don't fuck wit the l-u-n-i-z that's what they tell you, | |
| Peep the murder we wrote, | |
| We roll wit c-note an noo-trybe to fools slide, | |
| At my show because i make the whole fuckin o hooride | |
| Slide to get the remedy, | |
| M.d., | |
| Twamp, twamp, | |
| Make you wanna pump, pump on the enemy, | |
| Been havin suicidal tendecies the whole day, | |
| Alazae will have a nigga on lock down like o.j., | |
| (slang-a-gang-of-caine) | |
| Like the cubans, | |
| They hate when i'm crusin, | |
| Don't fuck around an get yo life ruined fool, | |
| So take yo last look, | |
| You get yo ass whooped, | |
| Rolex took, | |
| Cuz broke niggaz make the best crooks, | |
| You best look over your shoulder, highrolla, | |
| Wit that cola, cuz my soldiers come wit mo folks then yours does, | |
| No bluers or blunders, | |
| We fed to head wit mo bread than wonder, | |
| An strapped wit a mac-11 an go under. | |
| *(chorus)* 4x |
| zuò cí : Ellis, Husband, TerryT. | |
| Verse 1 nik nack | |
| Nik nack is in the house for the four, | |
| My niggaz locked up, left a kilo.... it' s good as sold, | |
| Stole, | |
| Gumbo pot creamery, | |
| Rise to the top, | |
| My limo even slide through on the late night for that high, | |
| I wanna zoomzoom, bumpin lunitunes, | |
| Candy paint k5 | |
| Bitches i stay high, | |
| Playa hate, | |
| Callin me a balla, shot calla, | |
| Cuz i' m slangin all the major weight, | |
| Blam!! | |
| Close the door to my residence, | |
| Popo start searchin low, but found no evidence, | |
| They tryin to wash me an our county like downy, | |
| Quick to pick a nigga nack up like downty, | |
| Don' t clown me, | |
| Bitch!! | |
| Dike hoes wanna lick my clit, | |
| But end up gettin stuck in the gut, wit a dick, | |
| Down fo my shit, | |
| Tricks wanna get em up wit me, | |
| Because they heard their babydaddy fucked wit me, | |
| But i' m out on you hoes, | |
| Wit the 10 g belt, | |
| The only thing i' m concentratin on is checkin my mail, | |
| What the hell??!! what the fuck??!! | |
| Do you mean, | |
| Your boyfriend is a dope fiend, an he smoked up all my ice cream, | |
| Oops upside yo head fo gettin licked like a lollipop, | |
| Let yo nigga cut, where' s my shit, now you get lollihopped, | |
| By everybody on the turf, | |
| Oh yeah about that skrilla.... hell yeah that welfare check is mines on | |
| The first. | |
| chorus x2 | |
| It' s so much drama in the streets, | |
| An i can' t tell you why the funk be deep! | |
| Do you really know where ya going to, | |
| An do you like the things that life is showin you?? | |
| Verse 2 knumskull | |
| Fuck around an trust yo underfolks, | |
| Like dope fiends, you leave yo cream wit, | |
| Post, you come back an yo whole bundle gone, | |
| Or this, niggaz add dirt to the list, | |
| Getaway clean, | |
| But one wanna keep everything, | |
| He gots to cook it, cuz we need the good shit to post, | |
| Tryin to bake a whole thing, this fool claim that the pot broke, | |
| But here goes 5 g' s an dubbs, | |
| You can probably catch mo cuz i chop slugs, | |
| Blood bubbles, so i charge it to the game wit no shame, | |
| Even though we got away wit a whole thang of cocaine, | |
| I got fucked in the deal, sumpthin cool, | |
| why meee!! | |
| Cuz that 5 g' s he gave me was booboo, | |
| Too much drama in the streets of the oak, | |
| Niggaz will tell you what they want you to hear, | |
| Not what you should know, | |
| Instead of sellin mo cream, | |
| Niggaz is sellin mo dreams, | |
| Lyin juss to kick it sellin weight wit no fiends, | |
| Now this is sumpthin that i don' t understand, | |
| Why the fuck would that nigga master p call himself the ice cream man, | |
| Bitch!! don' t you hear the muzik?? | |
| That' s jankie as fuck, | |
| He musta been off the fluid, | |
| Niggaz steadily tryin to take shit from the next man, | |
| Don' t playa hate, juss give a pound an let the best stand, | |
| It' s too much skrilla in the land, | |
| Fo niggaz to be hatin, | |
| Captian savin, | |
| I juss don' t understand. | |
| Verse 3 yukmouth | |
| Cuz when i was a youngsta, money was so damn hard to find. | |
| But dealt wit my young comrads an we was deadly on the grind. | |
| When i wanted to bubble, fools start trippin talkin shit. | |
| They never woulda thought i' d be, the mutha fuckin wit all of the grip. | |
| Check this out here you jive ass turkeys man. hoe' s slobberinobberin in | |
| The o. there' s only one mobb man, don' t hop on the back of the ice cream | |
| Truck an get yo ass booted off. | |
| I can' t stand punks on a man hunt, | |
| That destroy, | |
| Lay low, cuz my fourfour, | |
| Will make yo ass glow, like bruce lee woo, | |
| sho nuff | |
| Since they bigga, | |
| Many figga that i can' t throw, | |
| But they don' t know about this bolelegged skinny nigga, | |
| Mad because i' m foldin grip, | |
| Plus rollin thick, | |
| Still up on that late night loadin clips, | |
| Holdin shit, | |
| To myself, | |
| Shotgun bullets be bad fo them health, | |
| So save that gangbang shit on somebody else, | |
| Where i peep thugs, | |
| Have drugs to sell you, | |
| Don' t fuck wit the luniz that' s what they tell you, | |
| Peep the murder we wrote, | |
| We roll wit cnote an nootrybe to fools slide, | |
| At my show because i make the whole fuckin o hooride | |
| Slide to get the remedy, | |
| M. d., | |
| Twamp, twamp, | |
| Make you wanna pump, pump on the enemy, | |
| Been havin suicidal tendecies the whole day, | |
| Alazae will have a nigga on lock down like o. j., | |
| slangagangofcaine | |
| Like the cubans, | |
| They hate when i' m crusin, | |
| Don' t fuck around an get yo life ruined fool, | |
| So take yo last look, | |
| You get yo ass whooped, | |
| Rolex took, | |
| Cuz broke niggaz make the best crooks, | |
| You best look over your shoulder, highrolla, | |
| Wit that cola, cuz my soldiers come wit mo folks then yours does, | |
| No bluers or blunders, | |
| We fed to head wit mo bread than wonder, | |
| An strapped wit a mac11 an go under. | |
| chorus 4x |