Youngbloodz - Down Heya текст песни

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And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the streets

To the two door capri, crunk out with the beat

We shakin hoes off, cut em up like a slab

Then hit the studio and take it back to the lab

If 5 on 2, shit its all good, we ride through the hood

In the delta 88, with that georgia license plate

These niggas dont know

They dont even wanna show no love to a a nigga like me

So I just stay on the grind, stay down for mine

Trying to get mine in daily

Holla at me like you know your fo, chiefing on that green green

Never snort a lot of coke, stayed down with the home team

Know what I mean? some shit have a nigga stressed out

Make him small fast

Bout 175 will quit to open that cannon and woop your ass

But ya wait, get a bat face on the one-time while these hoes

Choose on the attic crew, my girl already been chose

These stankin bitches get your boy caught up in that fuck shit

I know they suckin dick, but they thanking the game I spit

I put they ass in a rap and ride out on them hoes

Get wit my slick partna then hit the studio

Now see I jumps up, without a doubt

Not a question being asked as you dash, with no way out

Through the whirl-wind I spin, intruders, we break em in.

Atlanta georgia, we comin for ya with 50 men

In sets of 10, no sippin gin, we steppin in

Its the attic crew, no flaw within

We them youngbloodz wit plenty kin

No ifs, no ands, no buts, no grins

We after you, so what you do is count to three, then click your shoes

Then out the door, back to your hoe, down on the low, straight toe to toe

Cause j-bo is who I be, wont fuck with you, dont fuck with me

So cant you see through the enemies

Youd besta be all you can fucking be

Stay sucker free, but first get some nuts

Before you fuck around and bite the dust

Now nigga what, so what you got now if you ride out on them ? cruts?

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A day late and a dolla short

On the cat walk, winding, tryin to get meat

22 tryin to see 23, shawty ? three u double ts?

What it aint gonna be, what it is

Over years I been scratching and scraping

Still aint came up with nay-thin, let everybody get they time to shine

Still waitin on mine, ? ? ?

In the meantime tryin to find a loophole

God knows where the next one, for dead

Got bust in the neck, nigga cryin, but the grind dont stop

Like time dont stop, like a nigga who drop

? ? ? casket, cover it up and ride out, aint got nothin to be smiling bout

Only bit ? fake chasers? Im tryin to waste

Gotta keep on stackin, gotta keep on packin

Slackin gonna get me hemmed up, posted up in the store

With the blow, dont show no flow

As long as though, see hit the gas flow

Gotta play it smart, gotta take it to the heart

Fuckin around, gonna get you fucked up

? 4:30, the hill, law gone?

Always underestimated, great dont gives a fuck, dont make mistakes

Shake em off gonna get it crunk before this thang get too late

Hold up, wait, my homeboys straight, dont make me go upside your head

Drag your ass across the club, heard what I fuckin said?

We aint scared, prepared to take this thang to the streets

Capric-e and fleetwood ride good vouges with the beat

You might no understand a damn thang that I speak

Im slizzard as hell, might stomp your punk ass to sleep

And when this thang get crunk, I pack it up and take it to the lab

Hit that gentlemens club, and grab a couple of hoes off on the ass

Laugh if you will, thank its funny but it aint

What the fuck you gonna do, when they hit you, stick you for your bank

>from the freeze-tag to the fleetwoods, from the two door to the four door

Who got the leather, who got the cloth, who got the vougues

With all the hoes, who got the gold, who got that grain

Who got the green, who got the chains, who got the bitch

I got the fleetwood, girls most likely to complain

See somethangs cant be explained, how we really do this man

Hit the lab, make it talk, now you here me once again

Have you jumpin and shakin, like you off in that blue flame

Whats really going on holmes, can you really tell me man

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