Oh Yeah (Work) [feat. Sean P. of YoungBloodZ and E-40]

歌詞

I get one wit you... Feels like tha otha blue I could go burden (Burden) And start it Man Hold up No (no) Blo (Blo) C'mon crank it C'mon (Chorus) Got Cartier frames coverin' up my eyes 26 inches in between my tire knot in my pocket made at least 3 grand Diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand I'm a get money nigga I grind like hell when I'm short on the G's I'm a crank up the scale Oh yeah (Oh yeah) I'm a crank up the scale Oh yeah (Oh yeah) I'm a crank up the scale e Lil scrappy (verse 1) I aint never goin broke no mo' As long as my folk keep runners of that blow they sell it on out then thay bring they back mo' and ere'body askin what I got that work fo' (got what?!) got diamonds in my shades the Cartier frames They look up at my face and tell they woodgrain And the Ho's be amazed they be like OH! They can see it from the bar see the way it glows Yeah! them things twinkle in the light bright I don't know I just twinkle in the lime light Got a chevy same color as a can of sprite Sippin on on that X O got me feelin right I been livin my whole life pimpin Never catch me slippin f**kin wit ya'll women Scrapp be chillen I stay on my grind It's a hard life we livin I stay wit my nine (Chorus) Got Cartier frames coverin' up my eyes 26 inches in between my tire knot in my pocket made at least 3 grand diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand im a get money nigga i grind like hell when I'm short on the G's I'm a crank up the scale oh yeah (oh yeah) im a crank up the scale oh yeah (oh yeah) im a crank up the scale Sean Paul (verse 2) aint gotta hit these streets no mo' crisp 15 ten 20 for a show notice i aint never Fo' times e'ery week 20 time fo' every week get G's Cardier shades with the gator cut wood Prada footwear damn yall nigga do it pimpin in Atlanta now they callin me in Europe everyday i hustle diamonds up against the wood Doe boy fresh dressed in red monkey clothes gotta stay fresh for u red moneky Ho's 26 inches sittin tall like WHOA (like whoa) im a need a camera man im a god Damn show shower cap and all bitch you already know f**k around with dopers squeeze the money out a Ho im a get money nigga yeah i grind like hell rubberband around my money like a God damn playa (Chorus) Got Cartier frames coverin' up my eyes 26 inches in between my tire knot in my pocket made at least 3 grand diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand im a get money nigga i grind like hell when I'm short on the G's im a crank up the scale oh yeah (oh yeah) im a crank up the scale oh yeah (oh yeah) im a crank up the scale E-40 (verse 3) (slugged out grill) they say hustle that dat boy (worth a few mill) he sittin at the bar (tearin up hundred dollar bills) thats his car parked by the front door (on them big wheels) he aint never been a punk Bugga suga pusha F**K a state trooper im livin for the moment i aint livin for the future my dudes will bring it to ya bring the noise like a Tuba crack ya peanut shell run up on ya with the Ruger smoke herb like a hippie drink like a pirate wrist real crisp haters dont like it Jack of all trades got to get my chips manipulate ya broad put ya chick on Craig List Traffic come in and out got work when its a drought dont take the main street take the under route sucka use yo head dummy you heard what i said im gettin carpal tunnel while im countin all this bread (Chorus) Got Cartier frames coverin' up my eyes 26 inches in between my tire knot in my pocket made at least 3 grand diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand im a get money nigga i grind like hell when I'm short on the G's im a crank up the scale oh yeah (oh yeah) im a crank up the scale oh yeah (oh yeah) im a crank up the scale