My Buddy

[Intro]
What you haters would give, to live the life the gangsters live
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]
Who can fade it? 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 dreams
Jakkin' hood niggas for green
It's Dillinger, fulfillin', makin' a low-rider killin'
Pullin' scandalous schemes, fulfillin' fantasy dreams
Catch me on a Costa Rica, with a island full of weed
Money and bitches, on a boat wit' switches

[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 way for two mo'
Fo' blows, like Hugh Hef' hoes
Subbin' nationwide through the ghettos
Four youngsters, Hennessy sponsored, when four youngsters honored
Four corners of the map now on it

[Daz]
I spend major loot on khaki suits
Nike's and Crocker Sacks, sweatsuits, and leather boots
I box niggas twice my size, bust with a .4-5
Make you open while I blast, keep the party live

[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 that gangstas live
(My buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy)
What, what, what you haters would give
To live the life that gangstas live
(My buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy)

[Verse 2]
[Kurupt]
Check it out
No bitch ass niggas, no funny ass hoes
Dogg Pound Gangstas drippin' in low-lows
You ain't heard about the homies? You best'a check the files
Pistols layin' niggas in the crowd down
Niggas 'bout to rout outta town
With the heater cocked, bust a million rounds
Dogg Pound international, trippin' off shrooms
'Bout to dump and bust, the whole vicinity touched

[Yukmouth]
Nigga, I lay this game down, come back
Kissed myself like I was James Brown
Spin around with the splits on the ground
Then split your motherfuckin' crown
Turn a zip into pounds
Dogg Pound lickin' rounds, niggas hittin' the ground
Fuck around and get shot up
I tear shit up, and you can ask Puff
Little Cease, Mary J. Beez. and Jodeci
About that nigga Yukmeez, the hardcore
Get kicked off tour for piss marking on the hotel floor

[Kurupt]
Nigga, G ride when we ride, DP ride
Get to mashin' niggas, automatically
Automatic get to blastin' niggas
Shank a nigga, bank a nigga
Grip the heater, start blankin' niggas

[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
Smoking weed, just me and my amigos

[Chorus: Val Young]
What, what, what you haters would give
To live the life that gangstas live
(My buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy)
What, what, what, what you haters would give
To live the life that gangstas live
(My buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy)

[Verse 3]
[Numskull]
Who did that? Who shitted?
Who spoke on the ghetto values?
Who supa-dupa flyyyyy?
I cater to the pimps, players, hustlers, and bastards

[Kurupt]
Ayo, 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...

[Daz]
...Ha, ha
And like fabulous thangs and livin' life instinctive
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 bitch

[Yukmouth]
Yes, yes, yes
Well, it's your player potna, 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 that gangstas live
(My buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy)
What, what, what, what you haters would give
To live the life that gangstas live
(My buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy, my buddy)
(Me and you)