Why Ask Why - The Regime, Dru Down, Yukmouth

I used to give 44 P, CCAC

Had a mule moving packs over to DC

My connect needing fast need some extra cheese

I got stuck with some grass and it ain’t even green

But I got peeps down south that would take ‘em off my hands

Got ‘em for the food, sold ‘em for the grand

Pimping on the low, once I met the man

At first I had no clue but now I got a plan

Got a solid team, a bunch of solid killers

Got a job for the years that actually set the skrilla

You know the rules, ain’t no speaking unless you spoken to

If you a boss nigga, do what bosses do

I stay pushing it baby, call salt and pepper

I tax on the mammals fast and I got freckles

I move past of you hoes and send ‘em past to river

I got basketball balls call shots like Dark Rivers

(Hook)

The regime I got this rap game put on lock

Why ask why

Don’t you ask me no questions and I won’t tell no lies

(Won't tell no lies)

Getting money our hussle about to do

And dont give a damn about whatever happen to you

We getting wild (x6)

As time blown the bright and the pile recks his boil

I’m down south in H town with that Texas oil

I’m in that black coat by a thing 4 on 4

This one to go I got enough to make georgia snow

Got kush for the 6 and bricks for 27

24/7 counting money like we’re in the recession

Lead the weapon on my nigga it’s pitching and catching

I’m stretching thickens while I’m gripping that snitch and the west end

From Oakland to Cleveland, from Cleveland to Acland

I’m sending a package then collecting the cabbage

Touch down home run what’s the bad navage

Fucking models with the fattest asses out in cali batches

Vacuum ceiling then I send the power down

They go for 50 out of town, gotta lock it down

Young town it’s 2 thous' for the Bobby Brown

Running break nigga I got papi in the lobby now

(Hook)

The regime I got this rap game put on lock

Why ask why

Don’t you ask me no questions and I won’t tell no lies

(Won't tell no lies)

Getting money our what’s about to do

And dont give a damn about whatever happen to you

We getting wild (x6)

I got that cake, and that blue flakes

Go order up in that paint

That super duper sugar will leave you with buggers away

Have you bleeding from the nose like it’s pulp fiction

But I’m Scarface I’m good fella but a rad guy

Say hi better do or die

I ride but it’s time to ride

Don’t call me for bullshit I still might go, fluid in

Regime, changing the range I’m insane

When it comes to getting paper I’m getting that membrane

Damn thing changed, but still mobbin, no robbin

Strictly with the business my nigga I’m with the poppin

And it’s more than a few of them things than a nigga coppin

And a 6 5, 6 lash things some drop yea

Remember me I’m the nigga knocking at your door

No sky mask just some gucci’s and my 44′s

Shake it like a pit, now show me what I came for

Talking shit like a bitch hold tight on the floor

Life with no scoops, pisces with no dough

Chop and let the barrel smoke, no hesitation let ‘em go

Switch cheese your 4 door like I’m going postal

Bottom line motherfucker I would toast you

Sharp it up in the coop, D boy in the soup

Rock star mojo host, think I’m pimpin like Drew

Chrome spin and slide through, like a Ice cube

Counting money all day my nigga what you about to do

The regime I got this rap game put on lock