文本歌词

U Know The Rules (Mi Vida Loca) - Tony Touch
Written by：D.J. Muggs
Feat Cypress Hill
Well it's the alley cat puffin on a hoody mack
Some say I'm a titere but yo I ain't all of that
Hit you with a baseball bat if you try to ill though
F**k around you get bucked on the hill bro
Mr Tony Toca rollin with the joker
East LA to Bushwick cosa nostra
Bring it to you b**ch ass clicks like we supposed
Cypress Hill in full effect with the Mota
Ain't nothin' changed but the date so f**k with Jake
Expect me to cut the cake it's much to late
I'm takin it all send you to the back of the line
Breakin you off watchin you react to the rhyme
Me packin the nine nah that's a whole other game
Cuz' if I'm forced to pull out I'mma blow out ya brain
Yo we do what we feel never go with the grain
It's Tony Touch and B real still goin insane
Mi Vida Loca get blast
Money moves you snooze you loose
Punk n***a you know the rules
We strike first we hit hard no regard
And move weight international state to state
Mi Vida Loca get blast
Money moves you snooze you loose
Punk n***a you know the rules
We strike first we hit hard no regard
And move weight international state to state
Maginifico here we go me and Tony Toca
My name ain't Ricky but I'm livin the Vida loca
Typical rhyme killa the paper spinner
Eatin the P***y sup havin you for Dinner
Like a fur tinner makin you loose
It over the years like a winner
I can't abuse like a picketer
I send it a flow control temper
We into the party with bounce and yo go get ya
All this other sh*t don't really matter
I'd rather be open your grave relievin' my bladder
Ain't nothin sadder the mad Hatter
Make a fine cheddar keep climbin' the ladder
You try follow after I'm sorry to shatter your dream
Splatter your spleens scatter your teams
Bad as it seems niggas will follow the beam
Money cream funny things happen When you runnin' things
Mi Vida Loca get blast
Money moves you snooze you loose
Punk n***a you know the rules
We strike first we hit hard no regard
And move weight international state to state
Mi Vida Loca get blast
Money moves you snooze you loose
Punk n***a you know the rules
We strike first we hit hard no regard
And move weight international state to state
Time to put a little pressure but the addresser
You get no lesser microphone finesser
Rhymes go like pressure and listen never
Whether you gather to go never become richer
Keep the punk n***a b**ch up
Pain change like a woman ass switch Up
You rhyme on the mic like you ate a d**k up
Mouth full blown talk not to hiccup
Pick up your brain off the ground with the vacuum cleaner
Life's a b**ch like Elliott Misdemeanor
I have you ass up with the Sharp cleaver thru the receiver
Spot it like rhyme weaver follow the leader
Sh*t's off the f**kin' meter drum beater
Side reader while we puffin the cold 'hebba
Mi Vida Loca get blast
Money moves you snooze you loose
Punk n***a you know the rules
Yeah mr Cocotasso hit you with a baso
Say hello to my little friend posa caso
Tatto now that's all she wrote
Muthaf**kas think I fell for the okie doke
But you can quote me loke 'cause the Joke's on you
Soul Assassins in the house you better hold on to
Now you can watch these rap niggas just roll on through
Or you can get up and get involved it's on you
You know the rules