Bring The Yellow Tape

Lyrics

Some serious ass shit jumped off a little bit over an hour ago
 My ace Boon just got peelt at the corner store
 It's unbelievable, I'm shocked, this can't be true
 I'm cryin' vengeance for revenge, look what I do
 Called up my Mossie, told my niggaz to be on alert
 Heard it was some player hating OG's out there putting in work
 From what I understand that shit ain't over no turfs and drugs
 It's over some bitches and some jealous niggaz with a grudge
 Hot at the head, I'm fired up I wanna do 'em in myself
 Hit me up in the corner and watch me
 Let them motherfuckers have it Nelf
 Money talks and bullshit walks, I'm off to San Leandro
 For some glocks and techno chops and a gang of ammo
 Took a hit of the chronic dank to expand my thoughts relax nerves
 When I get back to the town just think
 Them niggaz gonna get straight served
 And a ballerish nigga like me, young in the game straight having thangs
 Taking this bullshit from some ol' jealous ass OG's man
 I'm not having it, you want some funk I'll bring it to ya
 Dagnamit, I thought you suckas already knew
 Yes indeed, them niggaz act like they can't bleed
 But them lies, I'm talking about the element of surprise
 Bring the noise, who's fallin' like the big boys?
 Heavens to Merkatroid, I'm ballin' like the big boys
 I just got word, I heard the same niggaz robbed my partner herb
 Pulled on his dick with a pair of appliers, got him for a bird
 It's gettin' stanky, got my curiosity arousin'
 See, herbs a factor, he's worth seven hundred thousand
 GTE mobile net cellular communication
 I got his voice mail number, let me try and page him
 I'm hecka cool, he hecksa cool with me
 He called me back said, "Let's go party on them fools E"
 I said, "Where you at?"
 He said, "Where you at?", I said, "I'm in Vallejo"
 He said, "I tell you what, let's hook up me and you at Dennys in the Vill"
 I said, "Roger", he said, "Over and out, don't fake out"
 I said, "What time?" He said, "One o' clock
 If it's traffic, go the back route"
 Ya see, sloppy jobs ain't my forte so no mistakes
 We do it right and when it's done bring the yellow tape
 Bring the yellow tape
 Bring the yellow tape
 Bring the yellow tape
 The yellow tape
 Wassup, my Naga, you ready to ride
 On these hoe ass block busters
 That's me an Herb talking outside of Denny's
 Smoking a beedie sittin' in my Cutlass
 It's only a handful of them suck L's, I can count them on my fingers
 Fuck, letting this shit die down, I'm ready to hear the fat singers
 I'm 'bout my gats but can't make cash with niggaz
 Breathing all down my ass
 Therefore I must explore by taking a few lives to even the score
 My ace Boon, my sugar low, blood pressure high [Incomprehensible]
 Drinking and crying, two four seven my stomach in and out
 I know this one botch that got my nigga
 That just got out of jail's baby
 She'll play hop scratch she works for
 Pacific Bell and she just might maybe
 Help me pull these niggaz coat tails true [Incomprehensible]
 Find out where they sleep by looking up there address on the computer
 Herb hollard, "Bingo, tomorrow we ride, my naga
 Fake ass niggaz done stuck there fingers in
 Some permanent shit that they can't wipe off"
 Yeah, motherfuckers fail realize the size of this
 Oh, it's gon' get done, three or four more hot ones
 Added on to the fire that already got 'em
 Ain't no kind of [Incomprehensible] to me
 My dick get hard off this type shit, boy
 Tell that botch to get the 707's
 On them niggaz residential spots
 By tomorrow afternoon and it's on
 Think I didn't, got on it right away
 Finally got me a chance to use my
 Heckler & Koch collection throw-aways
 And when we did it, I guess you could say we did that
 And after that niggaz gave me my 'spec
 Bring the yellow tape
 Bring the yellow tape
 The yellow tape
 Bring the yellow tape
 The yellow tape
 The yellow tape
 [Incomprehensible]
 

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Duration
04:28
Key
4
Tempo
80 BPM

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