UNLV Style lyrics

{Lil' Ya}
It ain't but one U.N.L.V. n*gga, so stop
Rap, huntin', stuntin', frontin' to make yo name bigger
It ain't but one U.N.L.V. n*gga, so stop
Rap, huntin', stuntin', frontin' to make yo name bigger
Everybody's jockin' U.N.L.V. Style why is everybody
Jockin' U.N.L.V. Style

{Tec-9}
You got to know how to roll, you got to know what to do
You got to make them stanky hoes pop that pus*y for you
Cuz every time I throw down Uptown, the people gather round
To them b*tches on the side they keep jockin' my sound
That's how it is, that's how it goes
To them n*gga's on the side they ain't nothin' but hoes
I keep makin' 'em think I business but I'm still comin' at'cha
Take it to Slim, and wrestle ya I'm a have to pimp slap ya

Chorus: {Tec-9}
Everybody's jockin' U.N.L.V. Style
Why is everybody
Jockin' U.N.L.V. Style

{Yella Boy}
When I thinkin' of a motherf*cker right I'm gettin' p*ssed
Talkin' about the Dissy Dance how they had that b*tch
Who I'm talkin' to, yes you not the Allah Hand's
Sweatin' so hard you need three or four towels
n*gga get yo mind right, or get beat up
You better be yo f*ckin' self, before ya
Find yo self stumped
Chorus: {Yella Boy and Lil' Ya}
Everybody's jockin' U.N.L.V. Style
Why is everybody
Jockin' U.N.L.V. Style

{Lil' Ya}
How can I kick it off, or should I kick the new sh*t or
Maybe I can talk about a another b*tch always
Suckin' a n*gga di*k, well I'm a kick it like this
Cuz I'm kinda mad, that make us feel like
We a king so I'm kinda glad
You know them n*gga's that be bitin' another
n*gga sh*t you ain't respectin' b*tch so get yo own sh*t
The capital Y-A is from the Three U.N.L.V
This some sh*t that you bit from me
Toss a dog b*tch to yo motherf*ckin' boy
I orginated that, cuz I'm the real McCoy
I say a doggin' doggin' doggin' ho
You got it from me I'm from the Third Ward n*gga and
I love to "G" you's a stupid motherf*cker cuz you jockin'
My style I got to send a f*ckin' shout out to my boy Juvenile
You's a stupid b*tch, cuz you not one of the fella's
Every thing you say you got it from Tec, Ya, Yella

Chorus: {Tec-9}
{Tec-9}
Wusup n*gga, why ya wanna still my rhymes
Cuz you know f*ckin' well there's only one Tec-9
I'm kickin' it loud, so f*ck the job, I make 'em clap to this
Play yo self for a beatin' cuz I'm gettin' p*ssed
I say ya shakin' it washin' it dizzy
It ain't about that, you got to know how to keep
Yo pocket's fat

Chorus: {Tec-9 and Lil' Ya}

{Yella Boy}
You bitin' and you snipin' and I don't like that
Keep sweatin' my style and I'm a go get my gat
For all you rappin' ass n*gga's talkin' bout the
Trues and Bauds I got my n*gga Tec-9
Kickin' it and shakin' it bout them hoes
b*tch stop talkin' that sh*t
Cuz my boy Lil' Ya talkin' sh*t about another b*tch
The Eddie Eddie Bow Dance you got it from me
I'm from the Third Ward sucker's that 1-2-3

Chorus: {Yella Boy and Lil' Ya}

{Lil' Ya}
I'm takin' a b*tch to the Roshambeau
Then to the Sugar Bowl, doin' a show
Makin' the whole crowd roar
Ya see my name is Lil' Ya and I'm down for my crown
I hope you know that the "U" is for Uptown
My boy Tee is the type, that love's to pull the trigger
I hope you know that the motherf*ckin' "N" is for n*gga's
My boy Gary love to fight, he not down with killin'
I hope you know the motherf*ckin' "L" is for Livin'
Tec is kickin' a kickin' kickin' it so you know he not stylin'
I hope you know that motherf*ckin' "V" is for Violent
My boy Moe is in the house, you know I can't forget
Hey Shaw, peep the gat and always reach yo di*k
I gotta holla at some real old gee's
My n*gga Baby and Slim and my motherf*ckin' boy Shorty
Chorus: {Yella Boy}

{Yella Boy}
As I grew up to leaches on a lurk
But a n*gga heard was sh*t while I was doin' them a drink
I remember the next night, I should because it was long
I got loaded of that Gin, I looked around and heard my song
A n*gga be sweatin' but I got to learn to let it
I'm the one gettin' paid them sucker's still try'na get it

Chorus: {Lil' Ya}{2x}

{Lil' Ya}
It ain't but one U.N.L.V. n*gga, so stop
Rap, huntin', stuntin', frontin' to make yo name bigger
It ain't but one U.N.L.V. n*gga, so stop
Rap, huntin', stuntin', frontin' to make yo name bigger
Everybody's jockin' U.N.L.V. Style why is is everybody
Jockin' U.N.L.V. Style
{5x}