[Yukon Black] Pounds, O-Z, Quarter, Nickel, And dime One time that was all you could find on my mind Besides verse I\'ve learned they wanted all of my time Spinned to beats and rhymes couldn\'t find me dude Then came the liquor, Just a bottle or two Long Island nigga, How to draw on them oceans Wide open off that and the smoke had me loken I aint gonna say what I did for the sake of the kids But I could of did a bid and they wouldn\'t be liven Cause I was scratchin my itches, Wasn\'t handlin business Blame that on my additions, I been countin on this record to fix it My life on a slip mat, Can you cut it but please don\'t skip jack I\'m in the strip club given up dubs for rubs The chicks that I usally wouldn\'t get no love Then she sits down, Spits out her name, (Hi, I\'m Eisha) Peace, They call me Yukon Black, Nice to meet ya What you doin in here, You don\'t give me stripper vibes Ma (I got a son huh, Baby this is my night job) We talked and talked, This how she got my heart Said she loved hip hop, Even rhymed for the art Not a word about Tupac, Put Pun up on the juke box Then got you locked, This is where a dick should hit I feed dollar after dollar till I spent my rent Still had a chick to go home to Now tell me what the fuck was I supposed to do, Man
[Hook: Yukon Black] Cause I\'m scratchin my itches, Trippin off a stripper Thats\' another addiction, Gettin evicted fixed it My life on a slip mat, Can you cut it but please don\'t skip jack
