8Ball, Big Hawk - AhYea lyrics
[8Ball, Big Hawk - AhYea lyrics]
Ahyeah, get down, do what they wanna do
Get down, from the back
I was born in poverty
Nigga runnin with them killas
Hard liquor drinkin niggas, prostitutes
And drug dealers
Real hoes, money makin pay the bills
Hoes suck a dick and even strap on dildos
Powder bag blowin, syrup sippin, stick dippin
On my knees shootin dice in my mama kitchen
Shinin silver pack seem to
Sell quicker than crack
Niggas get down on that brown and
Don't know how to act
The devil got him now and only
God can bring him back
Evil spirit's and empty pockets
Make a nigga react what make a nigga take a
Life before thinkin about it?
Anger management, controllin it
And reroute it
Cinderella and that doj' got my mind cloudy
Come at 5 spray the uzi when the club crowded
Out of the roof of the
Coupe straight to the loot
Fuck a hoot, nigga slab ridahs want proof
Ah yeah we gettin crunk tonight
Get down and some niggas wanna funk tonight
Ah yeah we gon lay it down tonight
Get down and make some niggas clown tonight
Ah yeah we gon get buck tonight
Get down, these ho's they wanna fuck tonight
Ah yeah we gon lay it down tonight
Get down and make some ho's clown tonight
Give me a reason niggas murder
And massacre for the cheese
Worthless bitches and cocoa leaves
By the keys under siege feds lookin for
Powder traces and loot
Got chipped by a bird that used
To fly in my coop
Still tennin with them twinkies and
I keep my 4-5th hidden
Life taker for for them playa
Fakers sniffin and trippin
Real is more than just a
Phrase niggas use in vein
People die and mothers everywhere
Felt the pain hard to explain how her baby
Head got blowed off parked in a red zone and
Got his life towed off
You can label me the under boss
This is the only way I know
To get my point across
Get down, from the back
I was born in poverty
Nigga runnin with them killas
Hard liquor drinkin niggas, prostitutes
And drug dealers
Real hoes, money makin pay the bills
Hoes suck a dick and even strap on dildos
Powder bag blowin, syrup sippin, stick dippin
On my knees shootin dice in my mama kitchen
Shinin silver pack seem to
Sell quicker than crack
Niggas get down on that brown and
Don't know how to act
The devil got him now and only
God can bring him back
Evil spirit's and empty pockets
Make a nigga react what make a nigga take a
Life before thinkin about it?
Anger management, controllin it
And reroute it
Cinderella and that doj' got my mind cloudy
Come at 5 spray the uzi when the club crowded
Out of the roof of the
Coupe straight to the loot
Fuck a hoot, nigga slab ridahs want proof
Ah yeah we gettin crunk tonight
Get down and some niggas wanna funk tonight
Ah yeah we gon lay it down tonight
Get down and make some niggas clown tonight
Ah yeah we gon get buck tonight
Get down, these ho's they wanna fuck tonight
Ah yeah we gon lay it down tonight
Get down and make some ho's clown tonight
Give me a reason niggas murder
And massacre for the cheese
Worthless bitches and cocoa leaves
By the keys under siege feds lookin for
Powder traces and loot
Got chipped by a bird that used
To fly in my coop
Still tennin with them twinkies and
I keep my 4-5th hidden
Life taker for for them playa
Fakers sniffin and trippin
Real is more than just a
Phrase niggas use in vein
People die and mothers everywhere
Felt the pain hard to explain how her baby
Head got blowed off parked in a red zone and
Got his life towed off
You can label me the under boss
This is the only way I know
To get my point across