Capone-N-Noreaga, Final Chapter - Hey Y'all lyrics

CNN won y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
CNN won y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
CNN won y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)

My ice go bling, when you see my shine
And Flex got us spinnin
Joints like seven times
Chicks look at they ass
Then look at they tit's
Thinkin it's they turn they know I'm rich
I like a hood rat make a
Hood book of my bitch
Ay yo she get what she get don't ask for shit
And I told y'all niggas that
I bust to the sceddene
Y'all niggas is wack like
The cops solid cuisine fuck that yo
All them niggas is straight wack
Blow holes through they chest slugs
Go through they back
And what got me mad is that
I really wanna dump off
I say MU see if y'all wanna dump off
I was a little kid when I went up north
But now I'm grown an, I got a benz and a land
And hoes wanna give me head right
In front of my mans
And when I got the plan I stay wit fams
While y'all coke head niggas
Still sniff on grams

CNN won y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)
CNN won y'all (Hey y'all)
Hey y'all, hey y'all (Hey y'all)

Yo, yo, yo
Now first of all I'mma send this out
To y'all the thug niggas who brawl
Playin in halls making cellular calls
On a run from the laws wit
A gat in they claws wit a pack in they draws
I ain't even threw the cracks in they paws
Bang Bang we love to settle the score
Shift from me in the fourth these
Guys is ready for war
I say the kingdom of the
Fame once more we reclaim either a cop
Slug or twenty thou threw on a chain
Niggas simplistic I been flipped
It pumped through blizzards
Clutched the gun on my hip
Survival of the fittest
I runt this shit like business
CEO crack merchants tell me when
It's dark like guiness
Fly son'll do I run a few
Piss on the world we number one
You shitty niggas still number two
Gunnin you down bitch you frontin you
Like "Oh shit" tried to run
I put one in her too


Ay yo now holla at me like hey y'all
We let it spray y'all
Front and y'all pay fall
Tried to flip the game like an eight ball
You speedin i got the guts to pace y'all
Haters they ain't lovin you
I'm trying to live comfortable
Fuck it like Cliff Huckstable
Gettin cash what a thug'll do
Fuck hoes and never call once so they
Could never call me a bugaboo
I reign from the sky to
The concrete under you
My team known to break beats
Pussy and mugs too
I'm down where the crips play criddaps
And bloods scream bliddap
CNN fall back let us get that
We get your kids kidnapped
If it's feed back be like that man
From cuba beggin for your seed back
And if you don't see me wit CNN or FC
Thats like the hood with nobody
Named Wise or Kiki
And my mics sound nice next to Joe Twenty
We snatch you right up out yo fake fendi
Hey y'all