June 27th (Yungstar feat. Z-Ro & DJ Screw)

歌詞

(Big Moe) Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee That nigga Big Ass Moe Chillin with my partna named DeMo Its on his birthday we comin through In a nigga trunk is tha nigga named Tru And I got that boy Key-C in here And that boy Poyo and these hoes ear And we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati Flea Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e Yeah that nigga Joe I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate Ima come through bouncin on my scrap plate Yeeea yeeee (Kerry) Im gonna smoke some fuckin blunts, Pop the fuckin trunk the neon lights gonna come, Comin down the 'vard actin hard, not fraud, Comin through Po-yo gotta yella broad, Automatic hoe, gotta yella hoe, Comin through the boulevard pass by Caro, I never gave a damn my jewels gonna slam, I'm at I.H.O.P. eatin some breakfast and some yams, My partna Scott chillin at the mutha fuckin crib, I just dumped out a whole bunch of fry deals, I'm just kinda fried I don't know why , I just popped up eatin breakfast at some Wyatt's (Big Moe) Yeeeh-yeeeah, yeeeh yeeah yea yeeeah Its them boys off that Long Drive That nigga DeMo (DeMo) Here I go, here I go... Yeah...gettin crunk on tha reala Im a nigga be smokin that killa, Because we know we comin down and a nigga feel so trilla, Cause Im comin with Big Moe, My Key-C and Po-yo, I even gotta tight what cut from the Hair Cut Joe, Man let me get my shit right cause Im not gone be the one to fall off, Cause I know Im gonna be the one to take a fuckin loss, 26 up in this bitch been jammin, Niggas comin down pop trunks just slammin, Niggas hit the sand on the candy and them blades, Niggas stayin home because they wanna get paid, Everybody play and Ima just gone play, And bitches be trippin cause they dont wanna ever stay, Down with a nigga, when a niggas doin bad, So I get my cash and I act mad, I mash out on the glass I gotta big ol' Lac, A nigga comin down with blue and purple comin down with tha 5th in the back, and Im feelin so true, Got much love for my nigga named Screw, That Key-C in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan, I got about 6 or 7 pounds from him, We broke em all down and we all got high, Our niggas dont be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys, Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red, We like that fuckin green, papers what I said, Big Moe is up in this bitch and this niggas singin, Comin through just like L those bells are ringin, Big Moe wreck one more so we can hit this flow, Cause it be goin down for the boy DeMo (Big Moe) Its that nigga, nigga named M-o-e I represent that Southside, yeah the 3 Hooked up with them boys off that Long Drive You know we stayin playa made, you know we gotta strive To the T-o-p, thats the top man Ima come through nigga down to bring the pain If these hoes down to jack, I want you to know We comin down bald fades, not afros. (Key-C) Now we chillin, now we just leanin, And we comin up fixin to pop up on the scene, Just got some drank from that boy with that bird, And you know we just hooked us up on some syrup, Now you know we gone, goin real strong, I thinkin ride far, I thinkin ride long, Drop roll bar, that what I want, Im comin on down jammin what that P-Funk, I gotta be slammin gotta be comin, And you know we smoke weed dont fuck with embalmin, Cause that shit bad for a G like me, I got to represent that Southside Lil Key-C, I'm showin up everybody got on they Nikes, And you know what everybody higher than a kite, Or they just leanin in they seat Smokin Swisha Sweets, Want some fuckin crack gone and hit me on my beep, A-I-R, sippin on tha barre nigga you dont understand Nigga in our car, got 4 TVs all up in the seats And I splits down nuthin but them Swisha Sweets, I'm just what reclinin nigga bumper reclinin, Man whats up in my mouth ya see the diamonds, Yeah everbody like to wear the nike, Im a playa, yeah you know we never gonna act shief, Gone break them hoes off gone represent the South, Ima come through drinkin lean and I aint gonna cough, Ima let them boys know how far I can go, Ima just wreck down on the fuckin down low Keep my shit out they muthafuckin my mouth because they be runnin, Im just a chill for awhile cause they know Im comin, Im comin with somethin lookin kinda throwed, Im comin down ridin with my partnas fuck a hoe, Those hoes out to get ya for everything, But Im out there tryin to come up and swang, Or chop up on some blades I keep a tight fade, You know Im always on my paper chase, Always get my green, always on my lean, Me and Po-yo fixin to pop up on the scene, In the passenger seat yeah thats the Jeep, And you know what we fixin to score a fuckin ki, So guess what I open my dresser drawer, 50 g's and a ki thats what I saw, I saw a bunch of shit now I be legit, Im just in the game and the Key-C aint gonna quit, Im steady steady hustlin steady steady strugglin, Boys dont know and Im tired of mean muggin, So I get my nine out cause they got some static Cock my shit back cause I got an automatic Flem got the .40 he gone get rowdy, And ya dont want that shit cause its gone be naughty, By nature fuck a playa hater, Ima come through and ya know Im down to spray ya, Let them boys know came here with tha Yungsta And he fixin to flow and he aint no fuckin punksta So Im fixin to pass it hoppin like a rabbit, Man Im comin through got paper gotta have it, Under my damn bed and Im flippin red, If I get caught with ki's I goin fed, But that aint on my mind now Im not thinkin about 9, Im thinkin bout 18 man its my time, To pop up on the scene and show my fuckin naked, Come down the boulevard straight up wreck it, In a damn line pop trunk, surround, Me and my partnas yeah you know we comin down, Diamonds in our grill tell me how ya feel, Nigga wassup yeah we got gold grill, Tha shit dont stop tha hoes gonna bop, Cause we gone come through and we got hard rock, Yep, always lookin hooked up with tha Clay always cookin, On late night cookin ki's in the kitchen, Give me nine ounces let me get up on a mission Make my damn green so I can be like you, We just in this bitch chillin with my partna screw, Fixin to give it to this boy goin flip his tounge, Man go on go long go strong. (Big Moe) Heeeeeaaaaa yeaaaaaaaah Im gonna bring young G in on this mic His name is Yungstar You know that he's rollin tight Im gonna bring him in and Im comin down Im comin down pop trunk, Im out that H-town (Yungstar) Out H-town showin surround by sound, Yes they yall got mad when I shown nuthin but round Im talkin shit they didnt like ridin marble bike, I might just break em off when I come dripped out Ike, Im talkin shoes by Hirachi shirts by Versace, Hoes they gone watch me but they all wanna watch me As I slow the beat down see the diamonds face crown, Wreckin whole H-town comin through and we down, With them hoes wanna see me yellas in bikinis Break em off for DeMo its his birthday and that Key-C, On that Long Drive bought a baked potato with chives, Im gone come through watch that boy gots to go live, Yes Im goin off cause I gots to go man, Watch I come through watch I throw the West with my hand, Go and get me some break em off with my palm, I gots to come through and I gots to get dumb, Boys steady swervin pickin em up at Sterling, Gots to send shots Sandpiper to that Mervyns, And that Cobble Stone I can go on, I can just flow grippin on a mobile phone, Its tha Poterola Im a money folder, Got that grey Seville, and that grey cup holder, Grippin on tha grain cause so much pain, To that P-a-t, I see ya flippin with tha grain, Watch they see me as I pop in the shine, Im gone break em off see that 5th just recline, Still is a minor wood on the vinyl, TV VCR laid back on reclina, And they just mad draped and dripped in that Caddy, Hoes get mad cause I aint no mack daddy, Gots to flip my tounge Yungsta be leavin them sprung, Assalamualaikum or some shit assalum, Dont know how its goin Yungsta still flowin, Flippin with Poyo and his trunk is steady glowin, See that boy Man-Pooh hes steady jammin Screw, Two toned blades flippin rollin with tha whole crew, Yes that Screwyoo hes a teaser boy had a seizure, Its that '96 Ki-ki locked we gone please ya, Gots to wreck shop '96 I aint gone stop it, Gots to come through at that beach we gone drop it, I aint gonna even play Im thinkin of the MLK, I might just flip a four get crazed tip Tangeray, Dont be on the flip phone these hoes be on my bone, I might just come with marble just what to switch to two-tone, These hoes be on my zipper Im bald fade with the clippers, I might just come with Burban I might just go and get wood stripa, I gots to go down I gots to just wreck it, And when I come through everybody wanna try to neglect, They try to talk down because I gots to go through the dark, I see that boy Gregg in Willows and that E-Clark, ESG is on lock I aint forgot that Yungstar wreck the mic, That Screw done wrecked it up so you know they aint gone like, How we did it its that boys B-day, I came what play gots to sip that Tangarey, Ima stay fool from tha Southside, We dont bang bang yes my mouth is what dry, Im gone wreck shop gots to send it to that Miller, Boys dead and gone yes Im a born thriller, Gots to watch tha scandal shop at that Randalls, Hit that fuckin beach with the what Nike sandal, Got em on my feet hide behind tint be blowin sweet, Them hoes be on my dick be blowin up it be so neat, Dont settle for less these dont try to impress, Thats why I break em off that new pair of Guess, I hit that Sterling that Mervyn's, Them hoes they dont know me I might holla at Pokey, Or go and get that 40, Them boys be steady doin it knockin off the unit, Hit that Big Bay we aint dippin embalming fluid, Dripped and we draped out know what I talkin bout, You dont see my diamonds cause them boys just be steady comin out, Im a check and wreck the mic yes that Griffin got me goin, Yeah Yung's steady flowin and Im steady what blowin Gots to pass it that Po-yo Cause that boy gone wreck shop watch me do it this aint '94 hoe (Big Moe) Yeaaah yeeeaaaah Chillin with my boy on his birthday Im that young G, yeah M-o-e Gotta bring my partna in yeah that Pokey Hes comin out that Southside, yeah the Stone You know he's comin through with a pocket full of stones (Big Pokey) [14:16] A nigga on a mission steady in the kitchen, Palm steady itchin boys steady wishin, Talkin down on a nigga name, Ima hit the boulevard wet with wood grain, 19's gone be turnin got the wood sternin, Joe in the back got the chronic and its burnin, Smokin chronic leaf optimo Big Poyo, Sippin on the 8 I done let a potent 4, Ima come down sip a deuce, Let the 3 wheel Poyo gonna hop juice Sittin sideways boys in a daze, On a Sunday nite I might brang me some Maze, Maybe OJ's hoes be goin crazy, Some say Im lazy wanna have my baby, Aint gone get me locked down I cant get locked hold my glock, Ima come down hustlin rocks on my block, Cause they gone pay gonna make my fetti, Keep the beat steady drop your drop on the belly, Make your trunk wave keep your corner paid, Make that trunk wave from the cradle to the grave, Me and Screwyoo what you wanna do, Let me come down Poyo got his crew Got my whole click, got to come down Ima wave trunk, Im a gone so so fine Ima hit on the dice, gotta keep it nice, drank and sprites Ridin in the burban blades and Im popped up twice Wood strip got gold, leten em boys know Ima hop out with the crease in my clothes Chain on my neck, rocks up on my wrist Dirt up in my piss, gotta partna named Chris Movin keys, lemme chop em down In my safe I gotta key and a pound Pound of the weed, I gotta quarter ounce I had to hit the boulevard make my drop bounce I had to three wheel on the four, let them boys know Ima hit the boulevard slow and tip toe With that boy Flemmin, yellow bone women Got to come through real sexy, not skinny Dont want no big fat bitch Cant let that hoe ride with me on the switch Gotta be playa, gotta be a star Ima let ya smoke my weed, sip on my barre We gone do it right, get a room later, aint no hater Cant fade her, hit the boulevard when I bounce rocket skater Ima crawl like a gator, got my grill Let me come through pint bottle steady sealed Sittin in my vault, cases got caught Had to come down gotta partna named Walt Thats that boy Walter, I done had a daughter Rocked up a quarter, threw on my damn Starter It done got cold, money done unfold Let me come down with a wood Momo Thats the wood wheel, Ima pop a pill House on the hill, got my mind on a mill On a mission tryin to get rich Down to hit a switch, let me come down aww boy nasty bitch All up in my face, ridin got bass Late night on the what Screw with the Grace Actin bad with that Judd, Joe on the cut Got that P-a-t fixin to slap another slut Lil Keke, that KK, and tha Hawk Boy be talkin down now watch this boy barkin Thats that boy Bird, rock 73rd Letem boys know we goin fed, what ya heard Got that Lil Three, and that mans off that Botany Got that boy Joe thinkin blades and Mazarati Got that screwzew, bangin behind tint Windows tinted, Ima slow up the speed limit Let them boys know, flip phone I be foldin em Fillin up my foreign ride with petroleum I gotta ride on boy, gotta bring the noise Rent my car, gotta hit me a lick in Detroit Some in Alabama, some down in Asia Im do it right move my cheese on my pager Beats '18, 735 with screens Teal green, I be shootin my machine Like a trained marine, Im on a mission with my rappin When a nigga steppin, nigga aint no preppin In my corner cause yous a goner Im smokin marajuana Broke em off when I snatched my diploma I walked across the stage I turned the page, no more minimum wage And my corner got paid Kept fedy, kept it steady My partna named Reggie Im 330, so niggas say Im heavy Hitin real hard, never did roid Fat ass nigga, we'll fuck a yella broad Are ya black are ya brown, I let my top down Swang and swangin, and my diamond gonna shine in my mouth Im from the South, what ya talkin bout The haters rollin up so I got my glock cocked I aint no hoe, letten em know, Im fin to erupt like a volcano Me and my partna Zano Ron G, Its that grunga, steady smokin Gunja Im a come down bunch of money Boucin like a bunny, boucin like a rabbit Boys wanna have it, breakin boys off 2 times dag nab it Lemme hurta, a hater hurter, on a mission I gots to come down, knocked off a politician Knocked off a judge, knocked off a lawer Now I comin down I hooked up with Tom Sayer First to put some boys back in the game Ima show them boys throw my picture in the frame Aint gone be lame, a partna named Shane Ima cause pain, Joe cuttin against the grain Gone fade me up get a nigga so slappy Got a bitch yellow bone broad, yeah she happy Watch that Mo-yo, fixin to solo Ima come through cause my grass startin to grow (Big Moe) Out tha backdoor, that nigga named Pokey Ima comin out the Southside representin tha Three Im comin down playa made, yeah ya know Im real Im down out the South, down to pop me a pill Im rollin wood grain, down that South man Im out the South ya know Im down fuckin to bring the pain Because we comin down and my little boys gone wreck We comin down, yellow broads we puttin hoes in check (?) [20:55] Here we goin and the sweets are still burnin Popped up twice and we watchin Higher Learning With tha Cube and that Busta Rhymes Hit that Po on that beeper Down to score 9 Fixin to chop it up, yeah Im fresh up on tha block Movin rock Got my glock cocked Haters wanna stop but they cant Gotta keep a drank and Im drivin Boy comin through and that Moe steady slidin In a three we, comin down bumper fall Steady ballin Haters steady callin my name Im in this game with the birds Have you fuckin heard Comin down knocked off a pint, what the syrup Witha gallon Lookin for a stallion Comin down and I got the chrome with medallion And my damn fade, and my diamonds in my mouth Fuckin with these boys And we could be out the South In a bus Blades are 19's Po comin through and we got tha four screens With tha VCR And we sippin barre Comin down tinted up, new what car Got the woodgrain And you know Im steady knockin Trunk gone be poppin Bumper unlockin All you hear is Beep And Im comin down swangin Comin down, let the top up its fixin to rain And Im comin through and Im steady sittin sideways My way, have to do it Friday Im comin, Im comin aint gone lie, say Im comin Grill witha woman On tha block first and the leads steady pumpin I aint gonna leave tha corner till Im makin a mill plus Boy comin through and Im sicka bein in a bus Fuckin with that bird, and we gettem for a gallon And that man pulled and we what.... (Big Moe) Yeeeeaaaa yeeeaah Im comin through in my hoo-doo You know in a nigga trunk is tha nigga screw We comin down, and you know we down to swang & bang Im out the South, that Big Moe, should let my nuts hang I dont give a damn pop trunk Im gone slam Im comin down watchin TV, playin NBA Jam Im comin through bangin screw in my hoo-doo Im lettin that nigga Joe on the mic I thought you niggas knew (Haircut Joe) [23:30] Thought you niggas knew Fixin to come down Bangin and that tint Watch me come down and I got Form that damn bam I love a yams, and the Ox tail, not in jail Steady stack my mail Watch me come come through Chevy, lookin heavy, comin down And I gots to come down Nigga just roll, lets just smoke Watch me come down and I aint no fuckin joke Steady comin crunk, rollin up the skunk I done went to wreck when I pop tha fuckin trunk Rollin 84's, nigga Ima pro, steppin out call me Haircut Joe Cuttin on tha fros, holla at ya know Watch me come down, nigga with a fuckin hoe Get he fuckin money Like it aint funny take out a bank account Like some damn magic, what the hell happened Dont take my talkin for no muthafuckin cappin Nigga its the truth, charge it to the roof A lot of niggas just wanna walk in my boots But they cant step on that what nigga level Watch me come through nigga Im a just....man hold up (Big Moe) I done came through, chillin with my boy Screw You know we popped up in a foreign hoo-doo We came through and we sippin on that drank barre We comin down lookin like playas and like stars You hoes gotta feel a down ass fuckin G I represent that Three, that nigga M-o-e I came through bangin screwed up in my hoo-doo You know Im comin realla, partna then I think ya knew That boy tha lean and fell on his head We comin through rollin Caddy rollin marble red You gotta feel me, that boy comin through Im letten these boys wreck on the mic I thought you knew (D-mo) Comin down chillin I got the Yungstar, I got tha Big Moe We all goin fed, fuck goin ag Niggas comin through with 30 keys up in a bag We gotta make a livin Nigga know Im real Jammin Screw I got to send it out to my boys Zane and crew My nigga Adrian I got tha Haircut Joe Flowin in this bitch Its this nigga D-mo My boy from the tre They always pay late I got to say whatsup to my nigga named Clay My nigga Big Boy, always chillin lookin throwed That nigga named Rod just fell up on the floor He cant handle shit, that nigga went down Goin down real, on the Southside of town We comin jammin screw And we comin with my niggas And we rollin with our crew I got the nigga Yungstar from the South Was wreckin this bitch Comin down with cadillac With big ol fuckin bumper kit Comin down 5th wheel slammin Hoe just fannin Bitch Im sayin it Cause I fucked your mamma I fucked your cousin I fucked that bitch And these niggas just a fussin Thinkin that a niggaplayamade Didnt know I got a muthfuckin tight fade From that Flem, or was it that Joe, or was it that Judd You know how it go All my partnas cut, all my partnas tight We gonna get kill, leys get fried tonight And we can get blitz And jam some Bone And we can jam that Street Military, nigga bring it on And nigga, know you feel me I know, I know Im real Im comin through I got 12 diamonds in my grill My diamonds steady gleamin, bitches steady fiendin Niggas comin down, starchin down on the scene and Give this bitch back to that nigga Big Moe I wanna hear this nigga sing On my fuckin D bro (Big Moe) [28:11] Chillin with my partna on his Bday I done came through and a nigga raidin a trunk Im out the Southside I told you hoes Im not no punk Im comin real, Im thinkin bout poppin pills I stay on tha Leal, yall know the deal Im came through and ya know Im comin rollin hard I represent that hood yeah the Tre Ward You know Im comin clean, Starchin down the scene Im comin down sippin on that drank the codeine (Kici) [28:50] Damn, chillin with my old school crew Thats how we do, wearin Nike shoe Big Po-yo And a charm And I gotta have clean Rolex on my arm When I come through bladed all popped up We gone come on down All these hoes Niggaz suck my dick Im down with my click All that hatin shit, that shit aint even thick That shit is kinda low I never been a hoe Chillin with my partna tha Kici and Big Moe That boy be wreckin on these tapes Im thinkin comin down With a tight drop With dem buck I dont give a fuck All them fuckin haters you know they stuck Cause Im strapped witha 9 Im strapped witha 40 Flem got them shit cause it gonna get rowdy Cock that bitch back, Im steady sellin crack Im stuck in this game and nigga its like that Thats how we doin do it down here, on the Southside Watch us come up, watch us follow in our ride Follow right behind, follow on up We gone come down Benz and bladed up truck All that shit, all that shit is good And everything I have gotta be wood All over, even in a Range Rover Im born and raised to be a young soldier Call me a BG But Im scorin a key You know Im talkin about its that damn Kici Im down on my knees Im tryin to get on my feet Cause Im just steady sellin all the keys Come through, BMW, 96 new Or maybe 97, 24-7 Im puttin in work And then I got..... Man, I fell off, so Ima fixin to pass it Gone back up the flow Ima un ass it (Big Moe) I done came through after every boys flow Im that nigga Big Ass Moe Steady jammin my music slow I came done through with my crew Pop trunk in that BMW Steady swang and bang on them fuckin thangs Im out the South a young G letten nuts hang I bring another young G in on this mic Hes called a Yungstar, hes comin so tight (Yungstar) Then bring me in My skin is my sin Im thinkin brand new what Benz Off the showroom Them hoes they come soon I gots to sweep my friend, witha surprise like a broom Every time they be hopin I know they be scopin I gots to break em off Gots to leave they mouth open Cause they gots to talk down Diamond Watch I open up my trunk Showin nuthin but surround Its all good Yes they dont know Baked potato and chive When im hungrey hit that Long Drive Pick up that Kici, we hit that shrimp platter I gots to come through Scatter I hit that fuckin quarter, its gone be a slaughter We draped and dripped out Watch I bang with my daughter Let the top down Im fresh off carceration We swanger In tha car, Im sippin on barre, TV VCR With the star She come through, she know that I got car Ima do I got to show the 6 X 9 Gots to show Watch that boy be reclinin Im Strait pop a pill and Kici diamond grill Them boys is locked up Show When I come through Watch that boy wreck the fuckin shop Gotta leave it smokin Cause this game aint jokin Ima come through TV car wide open Come and please get me Watch I just spray I Sippin like tha AK Gotta clear tha block off Tha Yungstar aint gone play Gots to pop I bang in your ear I shed so many tears I bang R Kelly or Aliyah Gots to drop tha top real gently Im sippin on that jelly I might just come through Cause that boy be rockin steady ESG is on lock Them boys aint gone stop Them boys be comin through Im sendin shouts to 2pac, and that Tyson Im dressin nice Im steady wreckin and ryhmin Im steady comin through, Im layed back Im still reclinin Im fuckin these hoes, they watchin these shows they sippin on fours And watch that mic get smokin Elite, I practice what I preach Watch me drop the top marble blue at the beach They speech on with that boy Po-yo They dont know, that D-mo Fixin to break em off but he doin it slow And that boy Moe, he steady hummin Keke said he comin