Yung Joc - Cut Throat Lyrics

Writer(s) : JONES, JOSEPH / BLOCK, JAMIE / ROBINSON, JASIEL ALMON T. / TAYLOR, JAYCEON TERRELL
Artist: Yung Joc Lyrics
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[Intro:]
[Deep Voice:] Hustlenomics
[The Game:] eh joc
[Yung Joc:] wud up *****?
[The Game:] a ***** quick produced this ****?
[Yung Joc:] Hell yeah
[The Game:] **** crazy homie

[Chorus: 2x]
My *****s cut throat My *****s cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
Dem braids on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
My *****s cut throat My *****s cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
They whip game real good, they got the best tho
Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe

[The Game:]
I'm coming straight for your neck dawg,
Razor blade hecklered and cocked,
In California *****s back on the block,
I'm from Compton mutha****a, the city of Gs
We ain't got pretty *****es but we got plenty of these
All my *****s cut throat, gang bang and cut throat
Original bad boys man even Puff know
We ain't mad about Pac, we know who did it
We just mad that him and Big got crossed in none senses
I was 16 then, little ***** inspired
Now me and Joc ridin, homie put that on the wire
If hip hop was a building, I'd set it on fire
and leave everybody to burn except Mya (haha)
Nah, **** you *****, I rescue all my *****s first and let em' **** you *****
On the east coast, them *****s say I'm dumb-hot
And when I'm in the south you can just ask Yung Joc

[Chorus : 2x]
My *****s cut throat My *****s cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
Dead Prez on your head, get up hoe, uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe
My *****s cut throat My *****s cut throat
I got some killas on the east and the west coast
They whip game real good, they got the best tho
Uh get up hoe, uh get up hoe

[Yung Joc:]
Eh, I know some edgehangers, zonin till they reach the course
Ya dey head banging for less than a brick or soft
Well acquainted with fiends and even dope addicts
My *****s work the triple beams and they dope at it
Hey, ***** you don't want no static
Holes throw your chest, hard to breathe, like asthmatics
Just like Big, tell them *****s, kidnap your kids,
**** em in the *** and throw um over the bridge
When I'm on the east, I'm ballin' wit that Jimmy cat (ballin!)
Bad *****es everywhere, they all on my Jimmy sack
We blowin sour Ds, hundred fifty packs,
I **** with real Gs, like the Diplomats
When I'm in cali, ***** we blow incense
Call my ***** Cavi, to smoke away my stress
The only coats you'll see locs and dickie suits or molguls
Chirp my ***** JTLo in the booths it's ova

[Chorus : 2x]

[Jim Jones:]
(Jones! Jackal!)
Now shouts to Yung Joc (its poppin)
Another one to block (its good)
You can meet me in the hood the engine runnin on my drop (Ferrari ****)
And we was just runnin from the cops (yeah)
Cookin coco coco wit the stove or two wonders with the pots (Chef boy R' Jim)
I started as a pumper on tha block, (uh huh)
Either you slang crack rock or you had that wicked jump shot (swish)
Either or, there was no inbetween, (no)
It was either be poor or move coke to the feends (get money)
20 it would cost, I was hopin 19 (give it to me cheaper)
Tachiney valaws [?] I endulging the team (I was fly)
Amongst the murders and plus the burglars (Who else?)
The fly willie *****s when they start swerving up (and what)
In them fly rides, *****s like the high side, (flossin')
Till they go slippin and you catch em' from the blind side (get outta that ride)
Tap the glass and you give it to them 9 times (pow pow)
He owes some cash but he didn't meet the timer (D O L)

[Chorus : 2x]

[Outro:]
[Block:] y'all know who I be?
[The Game:] haha who you be *****?
[Block:] Cut throat masta numba 1 *****, it's your boy big block *****, and I ride with cut throat *****s, mutha****a we got richie lewis in the house, cutthroat man, cutthroat *****, thuggin piece Of my *****, free my mutha****in dawg man, and last but not least *****, I'm leadin the new south, haha, we ride sideways in the mutha****in chevy *****, ya we up to no good, cut throat baby.


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