Chuuwee, Willie the Kid - Get Yours Chuuwee lyrics

Cookin' Soul

Get yours nigga, cause Imma get mine
Get yours nigga
Get yours nigga, cause Imma get mine
Get yours nigga, I say this one time
Get yours nigga, cause Imma get mine
Get yours nigga, ge get yours
Get yours nigga, cause Imma get mine
Niggas see me blow

Yo, we hit the poverty line
It's looking drastic man these spare jobs
They got me out on the traffic jam
I need cash
Something I was singing last year
We moving bags and holding a
Lot of glass zips
Stressin, mad frantic, I'm past panicked
I can't throw it all the way
And just trash can it
You mean to tell me I'm just
Trapped on this vast planet?
And one city that Cap planet can never save
When I was young '95 seen better days
Back when i was five mama
Told me you better behave we need the money
It's bad nigga you better save
Can't spend the rest of ya
Life being a cheddar slave
But now the pressure got
The people actin maniac clutchin shot guns
Hitting niggas with them baby macks
Shit is retarded as radio where
They play me at
How they play me close for them
Jobs so I'm robbing now

(Get yours nigga, cause Imma get mines)
Anybody get in the way then
They'll be losin his life, it's real
(Get yours nigga, cause Imma get mines)
Whether they put me in the cell
Still I'm doin the crime, for real

Cookin' Soul, no purgatory
Mandatory meetings out in Sacramento
Thunder Valley
Black car, the incidentals, park the rental
Smoking on the finest fennel, Love and Cali
Rock Bally's like a player
I'm nothing but a fly rhyme sayer
Manufacture blades, like conveyor
Belts, leaving welts on the game
Poppin' crips like Welch's, Champagne Willie
Micheal Phelps
Got me swimming in these women
Bending corners in my nice car
Lobster, crawfish, cross your name out
Cop mine before they came out
I gotta get mine
My nigga Chuuwee got the same route
Get yours nigga!