Kick Up The Cash lyrics

[Intro: Scarface]
It's the return of the motherf*ckin' dreadlock (Yeah)
It's the return of the motherf*ckin' dreadlock (Yeah)
It's the-it's the return of the motherf*ckin' dreadlock (Yeah)
It's the-it's the return of the motherf*ckin' dreadlock (Yeah)
It's the-it's the return of the motherf*ckin' dreadlock
It's the-it's the-it's the—
It's the return of the motherf*ckin' dreadlock
It's the-it's the return of the motherf*ckin' dreadlock (Yeah)
It's the-it's the-it's the return of the motherf*ckin' dreadlock (Yeah)

[Verse 1: V-Dog]
I'm a nappy head n*gga, so how you figure you could f*ck with me?
I'm seein' posters, and I'm wanted for a robbery
We four deep in my Chevy gettin' blowed away
Talkin' about them crooked cops they got towed away
They picked the wrong n*gga to f*ck with
That type of sh*t I let my four-five deal with it
I wish them b*tches the worst
And the cop that was talkin' the sh*t; he died first
My n*gga Gangsta got the pistol grip, punk
Hopin' and prayin' one of you stupid motherf*ckers jump
I hit the funk, my face begin' sweatin'
'Cause the heart of Southpark is where I'm f*ckin' dwellin'
No matter what, on your ass I'ma blast
I told you, ho, you better kick up the f*ckin' cash
[Chorus: Spice 1 & Scarface & ?]
Kick up the cash 'fore I blast with this Jason mask
Always look a man in the eye before you kill 'em
Kick up-kick up the cash 'fore I blast with this Jason mask
Told you I was friendly, I do

[Verse 2: Gangsta Blac]
Kick up the cash, make it fast, trick, all I want is cheese, b*tch
If you give, I won't, but if you don't then I'ma kill ya, b*tch
Glock tucked in my gut, mask on my f*ckin' face
Call MJ4, another f*ckin' murder case
Ballin', holdin' [?] and sh*t, tryna get the f*ck away
High off all kinda sh*t, then I make a stang today
Bloody, bloody, murder, yeah, you heard it right, so dig it, n*gga
If you think you bigger — then come and meet my n*gga-killer
Ain't barin' none of the sh*t you talkin', give it up, player
Meet my hog, V-Dog, he's killin' all player-haters
Ho, I told you once, it's another armed robbery
OG's only, stand they ground, dig got out, why did he, G?
Take off all your clothes, blow your nose, watch your stash, b*tch
Gimme this ninety-four, plus your cash, ho, so mash, trick
Back get buck in the cut, put some slugs in your gut
Kick up all the cash, and make it fast 'cause I don't give a f*ck

[Chorus: Spice 1 & Scarface & ?]
Kick up the cash 'fore I blast with this Jason mask
Always look a man in the eye before you kill 'em
Kick up-kick up the cash 'fore I blast with this Jason mask
Told you I was friendly, I do
[Verse 3: V-Dog]
I got a bloody-ass knife, livin' the motherf*ckin' thug life
Searchin' for them tricks with they dope at a high-ass price
'Cause you know I'm gonna get 'em
I take my AK along, just in case he got some tricks with 'em
I get to trippin' when I'm high or gettin' drunk and sh*t
It makes me wanna grab my motherf*ckin' pump and sh*t
'Cause I made it through another year
I'm from [?] out on the curve, for my n*ggas who didn't make it here
'Cause in the '90s, fool, the law has been broken
Look at the barrel of my AK, it's the smoke and scopin' out you busters in my black skimask
I told you hoes, you better kick up the f*ckin' cash

[Outro: Spice 1]
Kick up-kick up-kick up the cash
Kick up-kick up the cash