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Текст песни:

I go to...
Like that don′t cha
Yeah yeah yeah (hahaha)
Yeah n****
Turn me up a lil bit

Said I′m stressed out... so tired
My days... so long
Said I′m stressed out... so tired
Gotta... move on

[Chorus:]
I needa vacation

I′m goin′ to Decatur
Where it′s greater
See if I could stack me up some paper
I needa vacation...
I′m going to da bluff
Where it′s rough
See if I could cook me up enough
I needa vacation...
I′m goin to College Park
Where it′s dark
See if I could cook me up somethin hard
I needa vacation...
I′m going to the fo′
Where it go
An er′body know I make it snow
I needa vacation...

See me standin here
Like a chandelier
Gangsta of da year
Sippin′ belvidere
I′m smokin′ inglewood
I′m feelin′ hella good
A n**** wish he could
I wish a n**** would
I′m smokin′ on dat good
I′m grippin′ on da grain
Louie 13
Mixed with hurricane
Like a crippled mane
You could catch me with dat cane
Gonna be a bloody murda
If I catch you with my chain
See these hatin′ ass n*****
Gettin′ on my nerves
I′m so up on da job
I′m at a loss fa words
I put it on da hood
Gettin′ money til I′m dead
Only thang I′m fearin′ is da muh′fuckin′ feds

[Chorus]

Yeah I′m outta hur
Send ya a post card
N if ya outta dat
Send ya some mo′ hard
I need some piecea mind
Some relaxation
I′m mindin′ my biness
So why ya n***** hatin′
I keep it too real
So why ya n***** fakin′
Ya try it if ya want
Cause my n***** waitin′
Won′t let cha stress me out
Won′t let cha worry me
Jus cause I′m doin′ good
Won′t let cha murda me
It′s drivin′ me insane
It′s makin′ me crazy
Ya know ya owe a n****
So fuck you pay me
I put it on da hood
Gettin′ money til I′m dead
Only thang I′m fearin′ is da muh′fuckin′ feds

[Chorus]

I needa vacation
I′m goin to Pittsburgh
Where it′s greater
See if I could stack me up some paper
I needa vacation...
I′m goin′ to Summerhill
Where it′s rough
See if I could cook me up enough
I needa vacation...
I′m going to da H-wood
Where it′s dark
See if I could cook me up some hard
I needa vacation...
Jones Berg south
Where it go
Er′body know I make it snow
I needa vacation...

Said I′m stressed out... so tired
My days... so long
Said I′m stressed out... so tired
Gotta... move On

I needa vacation...

[Chorus]

@ Young Jeezy

Текст песни:

[Cannon]
[Verse 1]
Guess whos bizzack
Still smell the blow on my clothes
Like crispy cream I was cooking them o′s
Like horseshoes I was tossin them o′s
Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow
Im emotional
I hug the block
Im so emotional
I love my glock
Cash rules everything around me
So whats realer
Bout the scriller so call me a ghost face killa
Its kinda hard to be drug free
When george and pie wont give a n***a lights free
Switched hustles been killin em ever since
Been paid to tell the truth it only make sense

[Chorus]
When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy
And watch the dope boys go crazy
I pop my colar then I swing my chain
If you catch me in the club pimpin doing my thang
When they play that new jeezy watch the dope boys go crazy
And watch the dope boys go crazy
They pop my colar then they swing they chain
All the gangstas in the street that be doin they thang

[Verse 2]
Wont stop till my whole team in thug mansion
And I sell like pac
Thats a thugs passion
And this the realest shit I ever wrote
And all eyes on me like a microscope
Young jeezy give em one more chance
They try to spit like you and get your whole advance
Like my main man pulla talk real slick
Look im ok but my watch sick
You dont gotta like a n***a
Just respect my mind
This is how im eatin now
So respect my grind
The way I put them words together
Reminds me about how I put them byrds together

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Buy 18 the hard way
Now have a younger n***a thinkin bout gun play
Now who the fuck wanna play with guns
Alotta hoes alotta drugs dog
That shit aint fun
So I suggest that u dont play with my chain
Or ill send these hollow′s at you
Let them play with ya brain
The streets is watchin
The name is warn
The products white
A star is born
Pimpin im so fly
I take this parachute off
I might fall and die
Wrap the work with spandex with the latex
Then we ship it outta town
Call it safe sex

@ Young Jeezy

Текст песни:

[Young Jeezy]
Last time I checked I was the man on these streets
They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats
Got down real flow, now I shit on niggaz
Even when I′m constipated I still shit on niggaz (let′s get it on)
Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom
They blowin purple shit that keep me high like the moon
Yeaaaa, I′m an affiliate, I′m no hitman
Yeaaaa, I′m an affiliate, I′m no hitman
Yeaaaa, I′m an affiliate, I′m no hitman
I′m a hater like you, fuck my wristband
Nigga sneak this, and that ain′t how we play
Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that′s right, dramatic nigga)
Now tell me I ain′t real, this AR that I′m holdin got a gangsta grill (that′s right)
Now tell me I ain′t real, this AR that I′m holdin got a gangsta grill

[Young Jeezy]
Last time I checked I was the man on these streets
They call me residue, I leave blow in these beats
Got down real flow, now I shit on niggaz
Even when I′m constipated I still shit on niggaz (let′s get it on)
Got some Super Friends in the Legion of Doom
They blowin purple shit that keep me high like the moon
Yeaaaa, I′m an affiliate, I′m no hitman
I′m a hater like you, fuck my wristband
Nigga sneak this, and that ain′t how we play
Fuck with mind, get ya drama like the DJ (that′s right)
Now tell me I ain′t real, this AR that I′m holdin got a gangsta grill
Went from old school chevys
To beamer coupes
Got a 100 niggaz with me and everybody gon shoot (yeaaaa)
Try me nigga, that′s your first mistake
Eat your lil ass up like a chanterelle plate
The whole pie like Dominoes, yes indeed
I′m tryna stack my bacon up, I need extra cheese
You can try dog, but it ain′t easy
Mix the flake with the soul and carry Young Jeezy (damnnn)
You still wanna talk flow man?
Soft white like a ?? snowman

[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Smoke perp by the pound, ounce by the fifth
Free up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga
Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth
Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga)

[Bun B]
Yea, back up in the hood again, where it′s all good again
Ridin candy slab, grippin on the wood again
Outta line niggaz get back in place where you shoulda been
In case you don′t understand, we′ll make it understood again
King of the underground, my gangsta will never fail
You bout to make me go postal for fuckin with my mail
You got the connect, but you ain′t got to ?? and tell
You the hoax and niggaz know it, that shit ain′t hard to tell
Rat bitch, recognize that your cheese ain′t been to sales
I′m fina break some bread with the feds, you dumb as hell
I been around the block before, sold it all for rock to blow
And I don′t fuck around, when the feds in town I got to go
Respect my mind cause I′m a trill old schooler
Summertime get too hot I wait for winter when its cooler
UGK for life, free the pimp, you know the deal
In PAT it′s Trap Or Die and we ain′t down for gettin killed

[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Smoke perp by the pound, ounce by the fifth
Free up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga
Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth
Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga

[Slick Pulla]
We think like mathematicians, move like mobsters
It′s bout to be a grizzly winter nigga straight monster (real nigga)
I′m posted up with my big schlapps, big snakes, big straps
You don′t wanna feel that
Street addicts get a buzz from the hustlin
Fuck the government, we got our own, the Track-Publicans
Chillin pimp niggaz don′t know the first thing about the block
I′m 279 grams of straight drop out the pot
Real street niggaz, all the ghetto hoes on our jock
When I hit the strip, all my troops listen while I talk
This what I tell em, "Take these yams lil man
break it down, get back, see a couple grams"
And don′t talk to square niggaz, you know, spongebobs
Kanye West niggaz, talking through the wire dawg
Watch for goonies when you got it, niggaz wanna rob
And pull a staff and quarterback ′em like Brett Favre

[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Smoke perp by the pound, ounce by the fifth
Free up on the first then again on the fifth (yeaaaa)
We trap or die nigga, we trap or die nigga
Ya know these hoes love a nigga cause they know that we the truth
Got the chevy same color Tropicana orange juice (yeaaaa)

@ Young Jeezy

Текст песни:

(feat. Timbaland)

[Intro: Timbaland]
Uh, ay, uh, ay, uh, ay, ay, ay
[mumbling] Here we go, here we go
Let′s get it

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
It′s Young Jizzle and I′m back with Timbo (whoa)
With another hit, ya still stuck in a limbo (damn)
An adlib here, and an adlib there (ay)
Fuck it, adlibs everywhere (yeeeeeeeeah)
As I proceed to give ya what you need (need)
Spit tre drop, nigga cocoa leaves (leaves)
A-Town pimp, tell me what you know about it
Wanna talk white, I′ll tell ya what I know about it (haha)
I′m on that Grey Goose, higher than a pelican (damn)
Sophmore year, but I spit it like a veteran (yup)
Gangsta, gangsta, you can tell by the swag (swag)
And it′s fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what′s up?

[Chorus: Timbaland]
It′s about three in the morning (ay)
Gotta leave with somethin hot cuz a nigga horny (yeeeeeah)
Now I′m in the parking lot, baby all over me (haha)
Ay, ay, wait a minute ha (let′s go)
It′s about three in the morning (ay)
Got my thang, cocked cuz them boys they be on it (yeah)
Niggaz they be talkin but, they don′t really want it (what ya say?)
Ay, ay, wait a minute ha (let′s go)

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
The flow′s so cold (yup) and I′m so cool (whoa)
Let a nigga try, I′mma act a damn fool (ay)
Got that welfare, we call it old school
Then we mix it all up, call it Pro Tools (haha)
Serve em demo tracks (tracks) let em demo that (yeah)
All these bitches in the club, where the bad ones at? (huh)
She got a mean walk (walk) I got a big stick (yeah)
I see ya muggin homie, I got a full clip (yeeeeeeah)
See I master that, and then I mastered this
Then I bring it all back, I gotta master wrist
I was on dro (dro) and she was on Hen (Hen)
She was on her, and I was zonin (let′s get it)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
Verse three, I′m back to the basics (yup)
Fresh out the jeweler, came back with the bracelet (ay)
Blowing haze yea dogg I can taste it
Parked the 430 came back in a spaceship (damn)
And my whip game (game) is so sick mayne (yeah)
I double up everytime I flip mayne (whoa)
Birds by the flocks, clips in the glocks
Multi-platinum, still watchin for the cops (haha)
Ya girl keep sweating me, she staring at my rocks (rocks)
Me I′m gee′d up, grabbing on my...huh?
I walk it how I talk it, play it how I say it
Me and Timb on the track, but everybody play it

[Chorus]

@ Young Jeezy

Текст песни:

(feat. R. Kelly)

[Chorus:]
You Kno We Trap All Day Play All Night Dis Is Da Life Of A Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta
(Yea)
U In Da Club U C A Bad Bitch Point Her Out (Oh) Yea U Damn Right Ima (Ey)
You Damn Right Ima Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea)

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
In The Immediate State They Callin Me Will Smith Gotta Thing On Ma Side U Can Call Dat Jada
The Boys Talkin Down Yea We Call Em Hatas Im Ballin Right Now So Well Get Back To Dat Lata
Be The First To Admit Am Alcoholic Only Blow Dat Good Shit Yea Dat Whatchamacallit
Catch Me Posted On Da Block In Sumthin Exotic ′07
Yea Da Same Color Hypnotiq On The Outside Lookin And I Want In My Homie Did The Same Thang And He
Got 10
Jus Took A Loss Still Tryin 2 Win Nd U Tryin 2 Get Back So Wut U Tryin To Spend

[Chorus:]
You Kno We Trap All Day Play All Night Dis Is Da Life Of A Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta
(Yea)
U In Da Club U C A Bad Bitch Point Her Out (Oh) Yea U Damn Right Ima (Ey)
You Damn Right Ima Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea)

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
We Live Life On Da Edge Like Theres No Tomorrow They Grind Hard Like Theres No Today
They Do The Same Shit Like Its Yesterday The Game Never Stop So Whos Next To Play?
Against All Odds U Can Place Ur Bets Yea Im Jus Gettin Started So I Aint Done Yet (Naw)
Risk It All You Can Lose Ur Life Wut Else Can I Say Dats A Hell Of A Price (Dayumm)
I Dont Under Cuz I Overstand No Time For Mistakes So Im Overplayin
Im In Da Club Like Wut? 4 5 Wit Me And Ima Stay Thuggin Till Da Feds Come Get Me

[Chorus:]
You Kno We Trap All Day Play All Night Dis Is Da Life Of A Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta
(Yea)
U In Da Club U C A Bad Bitch Point Her Out (Oh) Yea U Damn Right Ima (Ey)
You Damn Right Ima Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea)

[Verse: R.Kelly]
Hey Hey This Is How We Play When We Roll Up To Da Club High Sittin On 20 Treys
Hop Out Like We Fabolous Top Models Grabbin Us They Luv Dem Go Gettas Only In America
Put D On Chicks Like Wallace Turn Em
?
Thinkin They Can Have All Dis Cant Deny It When U C Da Wheels Spinnin
Boy Kells Out Da Coupe In Miami White Linen Chips Big Spendin Walk Out Da Club Witha Shitloada Women

Soon As I C One I Like Ima Go Get (Oo) Ima Get It Cuz Ima Go Getta

[Chorus:]
You Kno We Trap All Day Play All Night Dis Is Da Life Of A Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta
(Yea)
U In Da Club U C A Bad Bitch Point Her Out (Oh) Yea U Damn Right Ima (Ey)
You Damn Right Ima Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea)

@ Young Jeezy

Текст песни:

[Intro: Shwaty Redd]
Ay bruh, I′ma tell you on some real shit homie
You know what I′m sayin′, you can′t let this shit get to you dog
Know what I′m sayin′, it aint no pressure out there my nigga
Everybody fucks wit′ you cause of what you do my nigga
What you say, what you speak on these motherfuckin′ beats nigga
Only thing I can motherfuckin′ tell you on some real G shit
Is to stay focused and let these niggaz know you still the...

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Realest nigga alive
You could see it in my eyes
I aint playin wit ′em homie
Yeah I′m strapped when I ride
You real nigga yeah he keep it way hood
To govern a bitch, I make Georgia look good
Those a hundred proof nigga tell you different, he a liar
Drop 1 album, set the world on fire
I will not stop and I wont retire
You niggaz smoke good, but I stay higher
Take ′em back to the white lex bubble
Could of told back then that dem boys was in trouble
Trend setter like the boy Don Cannon
I started makin′ dollars then it started makin′ cents
I used to share my room with the roaches and the rats
My lil′ cousin Paul and my uncle, Bo′ Slick
Used to get ′em by the hunderds nigga, you can ask Slick
Bet Jeezy pack the dough homie just like Vick
You Know What It Is...

[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
I can′t even lie
A day like this
Hey, it′s gonna be a hell of a night
Homie you know what it is
Cause I′m so fly
Ya eyes don′t lie
You fukin wit a gangsta tonight
Baby, you know what It is
I can′t even lie
A day like this
Hey, it′s gonna be a hell of a night
Homie you know what it is
Cause I′m so high
My eyes don′t lie
You fuckin wit a gangsta tonight
Baby, you know what it is

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I gave ′em my heart, they lent me they ears
This is the best gangsta shit that you′ve heard in years
I try to told dem niggaz keep one in the plastic
July 26, ya boy delivered a classic
I walk through the fire, gasoline doors
I dun seen everything nigga, and i dun sold it all
New whips every month, nigga i dun drove it all
Pocket full of bread, nigga bet i blow it all
And then we go to jail, and think about it all
Nuthin else to do, so we ball till′ we fall
Baby on the way, I′m just waitn on the call
Told her bring her her friends, we gon run through ′em all
Lets get it, she know what it is...

[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
I can′t even lie
A day like this
Hey, it′s gonna be a hell of a night
Homie you know what it is
Cause I′m so fly
Ya eyes don′t lie
You fukin wit a gangsta tonight
Baby, you know what It is
I can′t even lie
A day like this
Yey, it′s gonna be a hell of a night
Homie you know what it is
Cause I′m so high
My eyes don′t lie
You fuckin wit a gangsta tonight
Baby, you know what It is

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
I′m ya hoods last hopes
I′m the El′ Capi′tan
Ask about me in the city
I′m the motherfuckin′ man
Head above war, we call it 10 doors down
We hustle right here, work 10 doors down
Live life like a lottery, I call it the big game
Investigate it for me, I call it the big change
I sleep when I′m gone, yeah I′m tryna get to it
It′s like a Nike campagne the way ya′ boy just do it
Aye!, the paper keeps coming
yeah, it flows like fluid
Get a 50 pack and we run right through it
Make dem boys tuck it in cause I′m all iced out
87-32 yeah, you know what I′m about
HA HA, you know what it is...

[Chorus (fade out): Young Jeezy]
I can′t even lie
A day like this
Hey, it′s gonna be a hell of a night
Homie you know what it is
Cause I′m so fly
Ya eyes don′t lie
You fukin wit a gangsta tonight
Baby, you know what It is...

@ Young Jeezy

Текст песни:

I went from old school Chevy′s to drop top porches
You couldn′t walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain′t seen what I′ve seen
I can get a 100,000 in these Sean John jeans
I went from old school Chevy′s to drop top porches
And you ain′t did what I did
If you from where I′m from you gotta get how you live

Everybody already know jeezy real street nigga
Every time you see me all around street niggaz
I hope you got yours I keep mine
In the club blowing dro throwing up gang signs
And you already know dog
745 back to back me and O dog
These other niggaz is jokers
What they rein up wit I spent it up all the strokers
In one night eight bitches sipped bottles of cris
Forty grand sit back so you can glance my wrist
Keep bread so we carry dem toaster
But keep back though my earrings ferocious
It′s not just my imagination
I′m the one in the topic in yo conversation
Jack boyz say they gon rob
But on the real fuck niggaz y′all don′t want these problems

[Chorus]

Black tees, black ones, and a fitted cap
The Mack 11 make me walk wit a crazy dap
Y′all say we country niggaz yee-haw
The money comin back and forth like a seesaw
And y′all ain′t never seen what we saw
Stacks of twenty dollar bills, bricks, or white rolls
What they got Lil Pha we don′t care bout shit
Ludacris how they ride out twenty wit dem bricks
Shit I spit it for y′all
On the real my niggaz shit I spit it for y′all
Who gives a fuck about friends?
If you mix the baking soda wit it you can get a Benz
While y′all robbing and boosting
I′m standing over the stove like the chef in Houston
And it′s not about the flip mane
Want the real bread it′s all about your whip game

@ Young Jeezy

Текст песни:

[Intro]
Melman I see you nigga
Ya, I went And done it, NI
Ya, nigga
Everybody wanna be like Jeezy
Y′all can′t be like Jeezy

Look at my watch, look at my wrist
Nuthin′ like yo man, he ain′t shinin′ like this
Nuthin′ like yo man, he ain′t grindin′ like this
And even if he was he ain′t fuckin′ with cuz

[Verse 1]
I come so far from the bottom couldn′t even see the top
Just as soon as a feel the drought, I′m rippin′ up every block
I′m a good hearted crying man with a criminal mind state
Ain′t nobody gave a shit and that′s why we grind weight
My grandma off in the church while I′m in the refrigerator
In search of the baking soda right next to the mashed potatoes
She prayin′ for better days, I′m prayin′ they take this water
Realest that done this shit put that there on my mother and daughter

[Chorus]
My ambitions as a hustla, I won′t deny it, I won′t deny it
My ambitions as a hustla, I won′t deny it, I′m a straight hustla. I won′t deny it
My ambitions as a hustla, I won′t deny it, I′m a straight hustla. I won′t deny it
My ambitions as a hustla, I won′t deny it, I′m a straight hustla. I won′t deny it

[Verse 2]
It′s Mr. Trap or die, yeah you′ll remember me
First album was a classic, them critics weren′t feelin′ me
Now as far as award shows, we all know how that goes
So what′s all the doubt about, because he ain′t sellin′ out
Because he ain′t givin′ up, because he don′t give a fuck
Because he ain′t changing′ up, I guess he ain′t lame enough
And just know I′m savin′ up, let you play with my sanity
Gives a fuck what you think of me, unless you feedin′ my family
Motherfuck all my enemies, one time for my mini me′s
Listen to these niggas, I bet you hear plenty me
I′m who they pretend to be, the one they pretend to do
See me I′m a hustla, I do what my hustlaz do

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Might not just be the best just know I plan to be
I refuse to let suckers win but that′s just the man in me
Look it could be the G in me these niggas ain′t seein′ me
Unless they seein me in traffic in sumthin′ topless and drastic
I say I grind like there′s 10 of me I swear to god there′s just one of me
Look I know I ain′t there yet just know that I′m gonna be
I couldn′t wait to see the day I could change where my momma stay
I put the B.S. behind me, there′s too much money in front of me

[Chorus]

@ Young Jeezy

Текст песни:

[Intro]
Yeah, I told you niggas (Welcome Back)
I told ya′ll I was gonna be back nigga (Welcome Back)
I wasn′t gonna let you have it for long homie
Welcome Back

[Hook]
Guess who′s back and he′s shinin′ on you niggas (Welcome Back)
Guess who′s back and he′s stuntin′ on you hoes (Welcome Back)
Yeah I′m back and I′m shinin′ on these niggas (Welcome Back)
Yeah I′m back and I′m stuntin′ on these hoes (Welcome Back)

Been on my grizzy, but now I′m back in the place
And if you show me the money, I put this brick in ya face
And if you ain′t got my money, I put this strap in ya face
And you believing′ these niggas, that′s like a slap in the face
Welcome Back

[Verse 1]
Guess what (guess what) I don′t give a fuck
None these niggas real as me, pick ′em out, line ′em up
Fuck ya man, he ain′t shit
What ya say, suck a dick
Excuse me if I′m being rude, let me check my attitude
Excuse me Mr. Attitude, why you got an attitude
Can′t stand these rappin′ niggas, fakin′ ass trappin′ niggas
These never (ever) never (ever) never had a pack niggas
I′m telling′ you, where they do that at
What′s happenin′ (what′s happenin) what up dude (what up dude)
I been done, you too slow
I′m too fast, movin′ like slim fast
Keep my Ronald Williams cash in a black gym bag
Welcome Back...

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
So kind (so kind) thank you very much
What the fuck is goin′ on, they actin′ like I lost touch
I ain′t never lost touch, damn sure ain′t lost much
Matter fact I still got it, yea you know I′m still ballin′
Catch me in my black tee, but I′m a business man
Catch me at the kitchen table weighing out my business plans
Young what′s your business plan, none your fuckin′ business man
What′s wrong with you pussy niggas, need to mind your business man
Ha ha, Ok here we go again
Street said it′s necessary, start talking blow again
Got the bureau askin′ if the nigga sellin′ blow again
Streets think it′s necessary that a nigga blow again
Welcome Back

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Yayo in my kitchen, Scott Storch everywhere
White vette, black top, Kung Fu Panda Bear
Call me sensei, I got the tai-kwon dough
My Angelina shit, I want that Brad Pitt′s dough
I say it′s so funny, same time slow money
Ain′t nothin′ funny bitch, I′m on my money shit
A movie star bitch, we can make our own flick
I just came to beat it down, you play with your own shit
Yeah, Ok I′m bout to wild out
Call it a V-neck (why), took a nine out
750 Left, 750 Here
Bitch I don′t even know what 750 Is
Welcome Back

@ Young Jeezy

Текст песни:

[Intro]
Yeah
Can you please mothafuckin′ rise
For the national mothafuckin′ trap star anthem
Let′s go

[Chorus x2]
Cause bitch I′m amazing′, look what I′m blazin′
Eyes so low, yea I look like an Asian
Forever clubbin′, forever thuggin′
Haters run they mouth, they ain′t talkin′ bout nothin′

[Verse 1]
Cause Bitch I′m amazin′
Closed door armour, lookin′ like it′s miller times
Sixty Seven diamond chain, who he think he Busta Rhymes
Bitch I bust a lot of rhymes, could of done a lot of time
And I ain′t never snorted shit, put it all up on the line
Got a lot up on my mind, got a lot up on my plate
Got to feed my hood, So I′m up and down the interstate
The streets need a nigga, so I′m in and out that vocal booth
Hoes love a nigga, cause I′m in and out they yellow coupe
But nuttin but banana split, say that I′m her favourite
If you can take a lot of dick, I can talk a lot of shit
Go on baby swag it up, show them haters who your with
Bring you want that gangsta shit, who you niggas fuckin′ with

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Cause Bitch I′m amazin′
First I sold two mill, then I sold another one
Told them if you pay for three, that I will front another one
Told them if they give me this, then I′ll record another one
But if you can not give me that, ain′t no sense in callin′ back
Fuck you think they sell me for, fuck you think they find me at
Damn right American, I′m gonna need a bigger hat
Close your eyes imagine this, gonna need a bigger safe
I got bills up in that bitch, that bitch stacked up since 98
Let ′em talk, let ′em hate, watch them lick the navigate
If you touch ′em, wipe ′em off
Bring a brush, then take em off
I can make an avalanche and I ain′t talkin Chevy trucks
Call me Georgia lottery cause I′ll be talkin mega bucks

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Cause Bitch I′m amazin′
Must of spent ten grand to make they coupe stand taller
First round draft pick, yea I′m mother fuckin balla
Just right your number down, baby girl I might call ya
If she give it to me now, she won′t live to see tomorrow
And if she playin′ with it, she won′t make it thru the night
Before the song with kanye, I had my money right
Used to call me vice grips, yea I get my money tight
Now it′s time to re up, then I make my money white
You can catch me at my jewel, yea I like my money bright
You can find me at the lot, yea I like my money fast
Two hundred on the gas, two hundred on the dash
Yea I′m spendin′ all money, now I′m livin′ in the past

[Chorus]

@ Young Jeezy

Текст песни:

[Intro]
Ride till I die, Lord knows i stay high and I love it, and I love it
Let′s go!

[Chorus]
We count hundreds on the table, twentys on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more
And I love it (yeah!), and I love it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show
Yeah its parked outside, and its sittin on fo′s
And I love it (yeah!), and I love it

[Verse 1]
Once again it′s on, I′m back in the mu′fuckin booth
These niggas still lying, I′m the mu′fuckin truth (GYEAH!)
I don′t believe em, I need to see mu′fuckin proof
I ain′t want the four door, I copped the mu′fuckin coupe (HAHA!)
They tryin be me, I′m just tryin be G
And everything comes to da light you′ll see
These niggas in the dark baby I just shine (SHINE)
I do it from the heart homie they just rhyme (YEEEEEAHHHH!)
Check your watch, nigga it′s my time (HEY!)
Mind made up I was on my grind (THAT′S RIGHT!))
So pay attention yea you on my time
In that case time waits for no man
Do it again I done that before man (GYEAH!)
M.O.E., you ain′t part of the program
Or maybe you niggaz ain′t listening
Open your eyes I′m a blessing in disguise

[Chorus]
We count hundreds on the table, twentys on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more
And I love it (yeah!), and I love it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show
Yeah its parked outside, and its sittin on fo′s
And I love it (yeah!), and I love it

[Verse 2]
Yea I blew up, but they ain′t like that
They switched up on me, and I ain′t like that
Sold my first brick, yea, I came right back
Fast forward the tape, nigga look at me now
And I never turn back, so motherfuck that
Nike′s on the ground got my head to the sky
Smoked all day, Lord knows I stay high
Stay on top, Lord knows I′m gon′ try
And live for the moment, Lord knows I′m gon′ die
And when I get to hell, Lord knows I′m gon′ fry
Woke up this morning so I′m still alive
36 O′s I sold them all for five

[Chorus]
We count hundreds on the table, twentys on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more
And I love it (yeah!), and I love it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show
Yeah its parked outside, and its sittin on fo′s
And I love it (yeah!), and I love it

[Verse 3]
Been around the world, it′s the same ol′ caine
Been around the world, it′s the same ol′ thang (Dro)
All the real niggaz either dead or in jail
And if you′re looking for me homie, I′m in the A-T-L
You gotta play it how it go, you can′t cheat on life (YEAAAAH!)
Ya better drink a Red Bull, you can′t sleep on life
I ain′t tryna do you, I′m tryin′ do me
Last album did two, I′m just tryin′ do three
Fresh out the pot yea the work was hard
Ride with the top down so I′m closer to God
My P.O. telling me I need a 9 to 5
But I already got a job, and that′s stayin alive

[Chorus]
We count hundreds on the table, twentys on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some more
And I love it (yeah!), and I love it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my show
Yeah its parked outside, and its sittin on fo′s
And I love it (yeah!), and I love it
[Repeat Intro till fade]

@ Young Jeezy

Текст песни:

[Intro]
I told ya′ll niggas I was gonna come back hard man
You ain′t heard this shit since thug motivation okay
Hey hey hey

[Verse 1]
Hoes ain′t shit, the money ain′t nothing
And if I nothing then it gotta be something
And if it ain′t something then it gotta be nothing
And if he ain′t showed the cash then he gotta be bluffin′
My dog hit me up, he said he gotta lick
He gotta bad jump shot, so he might shoot a brick
Talkin′ reckless on my line, now that′s a technical foul
Don′t know what the fuck I′m talkin′ bout, I′m hangin′ up right now
Nigga you ain′t Nick Cannon and this ain′t wildin′ out
I′m playin′ my position, I ain′t tryna foul out
Instant replay, yeah we bout to find out
Hey where the referee, I need to call a time out
You know

[Chorus]
If young is what they want
Then young is what they gettin′
They ask me what I do and I say teachin′ for a livin′
What you say nigga?
And I can show you how to make mill right now
And I can show you how to make a mill right now
If young is what they want
Then young is what they gettin′
They ask me what I do and I say teachin′ for a livin′
What you say nigga?
And I can show you how to make mill right now
And I can show you how to make a mill right now

[Verse 2]
Said he just touched down, and he need a touchdown
Second time he called today, I think he goin′ all the way
36 yard line, we goin′ for the first down
Fed′s playin′ defence, everytime they come around
We goin′ to the Super Bowl, if I make this field goal
I understand you got me round this time we need a 3
He trippin′ bout that extra point, that means he want that extra joint
Then chill and bring my extra cash, next time I see ya extra ass
Huddle up, call the play, yeah I′m playin′ quarterback
4 way, 2way, but I bring a quarter back
Weigh it up, bag it up, pass it to my running back
My dog short on my pay that′s a flag
You know

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Ninth innin′ bases loaded I′m goin′ for the grand slam
Tax free, tax free ain′t givin′ shit to uncle sam
Yeah, we playin′ softball, we playin′ softball
Yeah I′m playin softball, the color golf balls
Catch me in the out field, that′s a whole lotta of grass
Tryna buy the franchise, that′s a whole lotta cash
Damn right I′m savin′ up, think I might buy the team
Once I get my bounty up, tryna get my money clean
Focus quick watch the pitch can′t afford another strike
If I can make it through this, shit then I can play another night
Money right, money right, I gotta get my money right
First I gotta get these O′s so make sure you wrap ′em tight

[Chorus]

@ Young Jeezy

Текст песни:

First I′m going to stack my flow
Then I′m going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
It′s a wrap on the way to the house
By 3:45 I′ll be kicking her out

Patty cake patty cake microwave
These suckas make a square, damn I′m paid
I′m so cool but I′m so hot and I′m so fly and you is so not
Show me what your working with, just like that
Turn around, bend over, bring it back
Snowman and Mannie Fresh bring it back
So Mannie Fresh and Snowman, it′s a rap

Wrap it up in the club, ya I′m so crazy
These other rappers actors like Patrick Swayze
I try to tell them but these niggas aint hear me
Mossberg pump, i′m riding shotgun literally
Live from the projects, you know what it is
Hey Snowman can I get an adlib
Get the club crunk, cant take that from me
A drop ya, still got a lil jon money

First I′m going to stack my flow
Then I′m going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
It′s a wrap on the way to the house
By 3:45 I′ll be kicking her out

I see you lookin, what you looking at
Catch Snowman in the kitchen with his cooking ass
I′m so clean but I′m so grimey
So dirty but yet I′m so shiney
Kiki B told me me finish my meal
Def jam 7 figures we can finish the deal
Some say I lucked up I call it perfect timing
I cant lose the whole city′s behind me

First I′m going to stack my flow
Then I′m going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
It′s a wrap on the way to the house
By 3:45 I′ll be kicking her out

I got million dollar dreams and federal nightmares
We pop chris my niggas and still drink beer
What did you expect man I came from nothing
Real street niggas wouldnt change for nothing
Got my nigga out the hood, it′s such a wonderful feeling
Three car garage with the twelve foot ceilings
It ought to be a crime just to feel this good
I swear it ought to be a crime just to be in this hood

First I′m going to stack my flow
Then I′m going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
It′s a wrap on the way to the house

@ Young Jeezy

Текст песни:

[Jeezy: talking]
It′s a beautiful day in the neighborhood
All′s well that ends well
Outside watering their lawn and shit
Birds are chirping, dogs are barking
It′s beautiful
That may be your hood but this is my hood...

[Verse 1:]
Got the red dogs trippin′ and these niggaz still snitchin
The old lady across the street still bitchin
It′s 3 in the mornin take your old ass to sleep
The third time she′s called the police this week
Lookin′ at my Franck Muller, it′s about that time
Your folks just left so I′m on my grind
Said you wanna two-fifty cause you need that nine
I want that bread but I don′t need that dime
Charger fresh out the shop with that suicide doors
Swear I died and came back alive
With 22 inches all under the frame
Keep my pocket full of bread, you niggaz know the name

[Chorus:]
Jeezy like to drink
Jeezy like to smoke
Jeezy like to mix arm and hammer with his coke
Jeezy at the trap
Jeezy like to grind
Jeezy bout his paper
Cuz Jeezy like to shine

[Verse 2:]
Sold those squares yeah I cooked them o′s
Guilty as charged yeah I rock them shows
I can′t even lie yeah i fucked them hoes
Trapped all day spent it all on clothes
Shop all day till the mall is clothed
Come back to the trap get my pockets swoll
Fruitopia, smoke blueberry
Mix it with the purp, we call it cranberry
The Bin Laden clips yeah they came with the chopper
Got a slick mouth I hope you came with a doctor
The boy stacks cheese like it came with the whopper
Stay fly like I came in a chopper

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Ain′t shit shakin but the leaves in the trees
Between me and you I got a deal on the ki′s
Six in one run, laid a mil on the trees
Hit the broad every night, keep a plug on the white
Mr. 17-5, you niggaz know the name
Why y′all playin y′all know it ain′t a game
This is me motherfucker, why would I ever change
120 carats, you niggaz see the chain
I′m a bathing ape fanatic
Red monkey junkie
Glass pots on the stove got the kitchen smellin funky
Sold a million records but I still flip them blocks
On the TV every day but I′m still pop them glocks

[Chorus]

@ Young Jeezy

Текст песни:

Dey say who dat.
Nigga we dat I guess its pay day so I guess I should three dat..
Neva eva eva serve a nigga where he sleep at

@ Young Jeezy

Текст песни:

[Chorus]
Hit ′em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit ′em up, peace up, A-town down
Hit ′em up, peace up, A-town down
If you ain′t from round here dog don′t even come around
Twist ya fingers up bang motherfucker bang
Throw ya hoods up bang motherfucker bang
Eastside! (Hit ′em up bang motherfucker bang)
Westside! (Hit ′em up, bang motherfucker bang)

[Young Jeezy]
Do ya thug thang gon′ get ′em up
Represent ya side nigga hit ′em up
Disrespect we gon′ take it there
We 30 deep lil nigga we ain′t fighting fair
You better holla at ya partners
Before we catch them outside and hit they ass wit dem choppers
The .45 make my pants sag
Catch me bouncing through the club wit my black flag
You don′t like it do something nigga
Where I′m from if we don′t like it we do something nigga
And you know we gon′ ride homes
Stomped a nigga ass out until they turn the lights on

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
Me and Jeezy on the back street
Choppers in the back seat
What we fin to do the questions yean even gotta ask me
Desert in my lap and skullcap and a black tee
Looking for the niggaz that say they fin to attack me
Turn the music down low and let the ′llac creep
Fuck the police I give a damn if they catch me
Wait a minute that′s that nigga looking at me
Let off 50 shots you niggaz ran like a track meet
I know my partners would have did the job for a flat fee
But seeing dem niggaz bleed is the only thing that′s gon′ relax me
I′m hands on nigga damn what you say
All them games that you play don′t stand a chance in the A nigga

[Chorus]

[Lil Scrappy]
Roll up on yo block
All the bullshit stops
Man hoe know that I′m the prince so that ass gon′ drop
I was born in the A with things in the way
Smoke weed everyday
Zone 3 where I stay
Yeah I think I′m the shit cause I got an SS
But the shit a old folk so you can receive the letter
I′m the best of the best
And the freshest of the fresh
Gotta pistol black out wit an Atlanta Hawk vest
Gotta lifetime of trouble and my brain still nervous
I don′t rep the A by mistake I do the shit on purpose
Do it how it′s worth it rim and the cars swerving
It ain′t nothing but Lil Scrappy and g′s up to start murkining ya

@ Young Jeezy