Bring the Yellow Tape

Some serious ass shit jumped off a little bit over an hour ago

My ace Boon just got peelt at the corner store

It's unbelievable, I'm shocked, this can't be true

I'm cryin' vengeance for revenge, look what I do

Called up my Mossie, told my niggaz to be on alert

Heard it was some player hating OG's out there putting in work

From what I understand that shit ain't over no turfs and drugs

It's over some bitches and some jealous niggaz with a grudge

Hot at the head, I'm fired up I wanna do 'em in myself

Hit me up in the corner and watch me

Let them motherfuckers have it Nelf

Money talks and bullshit walks, I'm off to San Leandro

For some glocks and techno chops and a gang of ammo

Took a hit of the chronic dank to expand my thoughts relax nerves

When I get back to the town just think

Them niggaz gonna get straight served

And a ballerish nigga like me, young in the game straight having thangs

Taking this bullshit from some ol' jealous ass OG's man

I'm not having it, you want some funk I'll bring it to ya

Dagnamit, I thought you suckas already knew

Yes indeed, them niggaz act like they can't bleed

But them lies, I'm talking about the element of surprise

Bring the noise, who's fallin' like the big boys?

Heavens to Merkatroid, I'm ballin' like the big boys

I just got word, I heard the same niggaz robbed my partner herb

Pulled on his dick with a pair of appliers, got him for a bird

It's gettin' stanky, got my curiosity arousin'

See, herbs a factor, he's worth seven hundred thousand

GTE mobile net cellular communication

I got his voice mail number, let me try and page him

I'm hecka cool, he hecksa cool with me

He called me back said, "Let's go party on them fools E"

I said, "Where you at?"

He said, "Where you at?", I said, "I'm in Vallejo"

He said, "I tell you what, let's hook up me and you at Dennys in the Vill"

I said, "Roger", he said, "Over and out, don't fake out"

I said, "What time?" He said, "One o' clock

If it's traffic, go the back route"

Ya see, sloppy jobs ain't my forte so no mistakes

We do it right and when it's done bring the yellow tape

Bring the yellow tape

Bring the yellow tape

Bring the yellow tape

The yellow tape

Wassup, my Naga, you ready to ride

On these hoe ass block busters

That's me an Herb talking outside of Denny's

Smoking a beedie sittin' in my Cutlass

It's only a handful of them suck L's, I can count them on my fingers

Fuck, letting this shit die down, I'm ready to hear the fat singers

I'm 'bout my gats but can't make cash with niggaz

Breathing all down my ass

Therefore I must explore by taking a few lives to even the score

My ace Boon, my sugar low, blood pressure high [Incomprehensible]

Drinking and crying, two four seven my stomach in and out

I know this one botch that got my nigga

That just got out of jail's baby

She'll play hop scratch she works for

Pacific Bell and she just might maybe

Help me pull these niggaz coat tails true [Incomprehensible]

Find out where they sleep by looking up there address on the computer

Herb hollard, "Bingo, tomorrow we ride, my naga

Fake ass niggaz done stuck there fingers in

Some permanent shit that they can't wipe off"

Yeah, motherfuckers fail realize the size of this

Oh, it's gon' get done, three or four more hot ones

Added on to the fire that already got 'em

Ain't no kind of [Incomprehensible] to me

My dick get hard off this type shit, boy

Tell that botch to get the 707's

On them niggaz residential spots

By tomorrow afternoon and it's on

Think I didn't, got on it right away

Finally got me a chance to use my

Heckler & Koch collection throw-aways

And when we did it, I guess you could say we did that

And after that niggaz gave me my 'spec

Bring the yellow tape

Bring the yellow tape

The yellow tape

Bring the yellow tape

The yellow tape

The yellow tape