My Buddy

[Intro: Val Young] What you haters would give, to live the life a gangsters lives Me and You My Buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy (And you know that!) Me and You My Buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy Me and You My Buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy Me and You My Buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy Me and You [Verse 1: Daz Dillinger] Who can fade two assassins up on the mic? Blastin', askin' no questions, bringin' cannons to a gunfight KABOOM! We still mash as a team as we mash for our dream Jakkin' hood niggas for green It's Dillinger — fulfillin', makin' a low-rider killin' Pullin' scandalous schemes, fulfillin' fantasy dreams Catch me on the Costa Rica, with a island full of weed Money and bitches, on a boat wit' switches [Verse 2: Numskull] See, when I'm yellin', international helmet No color lines on my ugly and fine, you can sell it I'm glad folks think the same way as I do 'Cause I'll stab bitches way down in the Bayou With two, make room for two mo' Fo' blows like Hugh Hef' hoes Subbin' nationwide through the ghettos Fo' youngsters Hennessy sponsored We fo' youngsters honored Fo' corners of the map, now bomb it! [Verse 3: Daz Dillinger] I spend major loot on khaki suits Nike's and Croaker Sacks, sweatsuits and leather boots I box niggas twice my size, bust wit' a fo'-five! Look you up in yo' eye, blast, make the party live [Verse 4: Numskull] What you speakin' on? Wanna go through it? Drink-a-Lot made from fluid Slump, bitch! Don't you hear the music? My buddy Daz Dilly and Numskully Doin' big thangs with the candy paint Caddy [Chorus: Val Young] What, what, what, what you haters would give To live the life a gangstas lives (My buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy) What, what, what you haters would give To live the life a gangstas lives (My buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy) [Verse 5: Kurupt] Check it out No bitch-ass niggas, no funny-ass hoes Dogg Pound Gangstaz dippin' in low-lows You ain't heard about the homies? You best to check the files Pistols layin' niggas in the crowd down Niggas 'bout to rout outta town Wit' the heater cocked, bust a million rounds Dogg Pound international, trippin' off shrooms 'Bout to dump and bust, the whole vicinity gets touched [Verse 6: Yukmouth] Nigga, I lay this game down True mack, and kiss myself like I was James Brown Spin around with the splits on the ground Then split yo' motherfuckin' crown! Turn a zip into pounds Dogg Pound — lick the rounds, niggas hittin' the ground Fuck around and get shot up! I tear shit up, and you can ask Puff Little Cease, Mary J. Bleej. and Jodeci About that nigga Yukmeez — the hardcore Get kicked off tour for piss markin' on the hotel floor [Verse 7: Kurupt] Nigga, G ride when we ride D.P. ride and get to mashin' niggas Automatically, automatic get to blastin' niggas Shank a nigga, bank a nigga Grip the heater, start blankin' niggas [Verse 8: Yukmouth] I'm danked out, surrounded by weed smoke See me and my peoples in the club thugged up, suited in street clothes We roll Cut-dogs and Regals on triple gold feet, hoe Smokin' weed, just me and my amigos [Chorus: Val Young] What, what, what you haters would give To live the life a gangsta lives (My buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy) What, what, what, what you haters would give To live the life a gangstas lives (My buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy) [Verse 9: Numskull] Who did that? (We did) Who shitted? (We did) Who spoke on the ghetto values? (Nigga, we did) Who supa-dupa flyyyyy? I cater to the pimps, playas, hustlas and bastards [Verse 10: Kurupt] A-yo, why don't you meet me over in the O, homie? 'Cause when I get there, the hoes'll be all up on me I know y'all got a gang of bitches... [Verse 11: Daz Dillinger] Ha-ha! And we like fabulous thangs and livin' life expensive In nights, machine dippin' with a pocket full of C-notes Cruise the block with a knot, lookin' for weed-o And oh, yeah! Who got the gangsta shit? Daz and Kurupt, Numskull and Yuk — trick, biatch! [Verse 12: Yukmouth] Yes, yes, yes Well, it's the playa, partna Slingin' ice cream and Frusen Glädjé Rockin' Hillfiger just like a Kidada I walk around the house with rottweilers just like a mobster Collar poppin' — me, Daz, Kurupt and Num' up in the Impala [Chorus: Val Young] What, what, what you haters would give To live the life a gangstas lives (My buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy) What, what, what, what you haters would give To live the life a gangstas lives (My buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy) (Me and you)