[Single] Warmin' Up Caine - Ya Boy (YB)

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(0:17) Come. Get some. Ya' lil bum.
I bake the cake but ya' cant get a crumb.
I made the pie, brought that guy on.
Shanghai niggas but the pirates gone.
I been fly, I could pilot yall.
Aint Irish, but I got that charm.
Yes I did, nigga bit that clip.
Whips aint shit, but my kicks look sick!

(0:33) On toad mode. Leap on frog shit
Get loose, like my noodles, Not Ramem.
I'm in. High like notes of a harmonica.
(0:39) [Pause] Lightin' blunts like candles on the last day of Hanukkah.
(0:41) I'm a problem? Wha? You talk mayne?
Commin' up to me, askin if I want caine.
An' I aint even start yet, this is propane.
Two is the heat, So three bring the flame

(0:49) An' Das' Crack!
An' Das' Crack!
An' Das' Crack!
An' Das' Crack!
An' Das' Crack!
An' Das' Crack!
An' Das' Crack Nigga!
Das' Crack!

(0:57) Since Caine been thought up, the caine been brought up.
[Pause] Caine, been warmed up, an' shipped to tha border.
Ever since then the whole city been torn up,
With the Hopea's, Dopea's, Whole lotta forigna's.
Whole lotta forigna's, with the Dope'-like, soap bars
But fo' the most part, those blocks get sold off.
Sold off to the brainless hold off's, I guess they real dumb cause they sittin in the cold-dark.

(1:14) I start to think its all planned.
Its all to black for me to blame it on a man.
So, I blame it on a girl. Naomi. Show me.
You aint fit to do this, but you still aint lose shit.
Phisically Straight, R.I.P Jim Hoovie.
Im can transform shit, but this is no movie.
(1:26) Ya' wrists just dont get the pots out bayba' ((Baby)).
Wanna make paypa' ((paper))? Ya' better get to bakin'

(1:29) An' Das' Crack!
An' Das' Crack!
An' Das' Crack!
An' Das' Crack!
An' Das' Crack!
An' Das' Crack!
An' Das' Crack Nigga!
Das' Crack!

(1:38) Thats all that they say, that the Black kills Blacks.
(1:40) The crackerjack said that the Crack kill blacks.
The Blacks kill Blacks for the Crack or respect, or the crack that they sell to put food in the kids.

(1:46) Shoot my opinion, if you wont listen
The government officials, is rude in the district.
They do the shipment. We do the pitchin'
They do the scorin', We more like Pipen.
(1:54) They lockin' us up for the drugs that we doin'.
But I dont know no hood nigga thats a chemist.
All we do is work right sorta' like a dentist.
Cook that, Bag that, then you go and sell it.
We supply, to junkies, that believe, when its in em, that they better,
But they aint bein' better til' they finish..
(2:07) And finish mean done. And done mean dead.
Las Venturas, this is where Crack live.

(2:10) An' Das' Crack!
An' Das' Crack!
An' Das' Crack!
An' Das' Crack!
An' Das' Crack!
An' Das' Crack!
An' Das' Crack Nigga!
Das' Crack!