Memphis Bleek, JAY-Z - Everything's a Go lyrics

Everything's a go!
And I just washed the wheel
And I Armor All the wheels
And it's real, everything's a go!
New jeans, new cheese's, new gat
Gimme a reason
Everything's a go! Squad in the club wit me
Tryna find a chick to fall in love wit me
Everything's a go! Mami hit me on the jack
Told me meet her at the spot, and
I'm bout to call her back, it's a go!

Bleek come scoop you, try to seduce you
Half Black and Chinese, she gave me the fu-fu
A little bit of that, wan tan soup
From the hood
Got more chips then wan tan oooooooh!
But matter fact, got more chesse than nacho
Not from rap, when I used to fuck wit Pancho
I'm in the class, all by myself
Now you haters wanna crowd my space
Hundred grand all in your face
Motherfucker better fix ya face
For they butterfly-stich ya face
If ya bitch outta line
Put the bitch in place
If the record sound just, get the blaze
Nigga
Put in back, on the block for motherfuckers
The ROC get hot, let 'em
Scream "It's the ROC, in ya area!"
You better warn ya folks
They hate to see a real clique, but now

Highest paid act, highest paid to rap
I advance myself, and pay myself back
Ha, man you gotta love that
When them pockets on "E" man
You gotta hug that
Corner like you wanna proposal and lock that
Kill a nigga for the scrilla
Man I'm not above that

Hooo! hold on Young, let me get it back
You got beef in these streets, Lord
Let me get a gat
Booooy! you now tuned into the greatest
Can't beat us, join us, can't fade us
Hate us
Nigga it's nothin, my crew and half dozens
That's cause we scramble
Like we Vick's half cousins
Booooy! and get ya mind right nigga
We gon' put you on the news
You want lime light nigga
Channel 2 or Channel 4
You know what 9 like nigga
Groupie men, we put on UPN

One - thug in the club, two - models to go
Three - bottles of Arma', four jars of dro
Five shots to draw, my six hit's took off
Seven you make Heaven
Or eight - everything's a go!
Mami got that ice in ya drink
Long legs short skirt
What you mean - everything's a go!
My thugs outdie of the club wit Timbs
Nine on ya waist, let's roll we gettin in
(Everything's a go)
Nigga I'm back for, I'm willin to clap boy
You holdin me back for - go!
I - spring into ac-tion
Brooklyn I'm back for
I'm bringin it back boys cause