New Boyz, Tyga - Cricketz lyrics
Tyga [Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[New Boyz, Tyga - Cricketz lyrics]
Hey hey! New Boyz
I remember when Pharrell used to rock
The tight jeans with ice creams
While riding his skateboard it
Was like sightseeing
To lames who was afraid to change
If my middle finger could speak
Then I'd say the same
Nigga I must state my name
Call me Legacy bitch
Mrs sweetheart, aka let me see tit's
Doin too much like a Marvel backflip
Jeans stay skinny like I starve my fabric
Where the haters at? Hello I found you
No I don't give a F word about you
I do me, leave us alone
Why don't you do you and go hump a clone
Get it? Ai, another damn thing
You'll never see me care
About another man's jeans
I don't even know, like all through the years
Seem like everywhere I go the only
Thing that I hear is
Da da da da New Boyz
Da da da da tight jeans
"Oh my God, why they jeans so tight?"
(Oh my, oh my)
"Oh my God why they jeans so tight?"
Like, yeah I rock skinnys
Yeah I rock, yeah I, yeah I rock skinnys
(so what?)
If you got something to say then please
Step up
4 cricket chirps Psh
They like crickets to me
Look, I'll scoot back let me
Give y'all your shot
Now get money, best believe I'mma get mine
I see haters and I'm looking
At 'em like please, let me breathe
Why y'all niggas hatin on my skinny jeans?
Fresh kicks like I copped a magician
You must be missin the simple
Fact I'mma get it and you ain't with it
Baggy clothes n outfit's you like this
Brothers actin stiff like cactus
They comin' off hard but
They soft like fabric
They lyin', sayin they the best like Khaled
They chose me
It's obvious I'm meant for the best
Skinny jeans sag low and I
Know y'all know the rest
I'm Ben J fool, why these dudes wanna trip?
Even though I like to flash
Get it jerkin' in my kicks
I'mma just keep it straight like no one else
Bright colors is here, New Boyz is near, ha!
4 cricket chirps Ha! One verse, one hearse
Ha! Get tighter, as the ghost of Mike rises
Tight jeans, naw nigga, I don't get hyphy
So you think you can dance in them fake Nike?
Lock your old ass down, lil' Ron Isley
I've been icey since minute maid made Hi-C
Telling me she Pisces, don't do signs
Do check signings
Tyga tyrant, I'm with the power
With the diamonds the fame will blind ya and
Bitch yeah I'm fuckin blind
See no evil, below the zeroes
More funds to free throw
House got the strip pole
Leave your jeans at the door
Girls with the speedos
I'm grown I don't do those
New Boyz with new dough
Other niggas Brunos, homies with homos
I'm Young Money, Sqad Up, GD capo
I get them cheese, extra cheese, no nachos
Not yours
Tyga man tatted like vatos (ya da da da)
4 cricket chirps Heh
They like crickets to me
I remember when Pharrell used to rock
The tight jeans with ice creams
While riding his skateboard it
Was like sightseeing
To lames who was afraid to change
If my middle finger could speak
Then I'd say the same
Nigga I must state my name
Call me Legacy bitch
Mrs sweetheart, aka let me see tit's
Doin too much like a Marvel backflip
Jeans stay skinny like I starve my fabric
Where the haters at? Hello I found you
No I don't give a F word about you
I do me, leave us alone
Why don't you do you and go hump a clone
Get it? Ai, another damn thing
You'll never see me care
About another man's jeans
I don't even know, like all through the years
Seem like everywhere I go the only
Thing that I hear is
Da da da da New Boyz
Da da da da tight jeans
"Oh my God, why they jeans so tight?"
(Oh my, oh my)
"Oh my God why they jeans so tight?"
Like, yeah I rock skinnys
Yeah I rock, yeah I, yeah I rock skinnys
(so what?)
If you got something to say then please
Step up
4 cricket chirps Psh
They like crickets to me
Look, I'll scoot back let me
Give y'all your shot
Now get money, best believe I'mma get mine
I see haters and I'm looking
At 'em like please, let me breathe
Why y'all niggas hatin on my skinny jeans?
Fresh kicks like I copped a magician
You must be missin the simple
Fact I'mma get it and you ain't with it
Baggy clothes n outfit's you like this
Brothers actin stiff like cactus
They comin' off hard but
They soft like fabric
They lyin', sayin they the best like Khaled
They chose me
It's obvious I'm meant for the best
Skinny jeans sag low and I
Know y'all know the rest
I'm Ben J fool, why these dudes wanna trip?
Even though I like to flash
Get it jerkin' in my kicks
I'mma just keep it straight like no one else
Bright colors is here, New Boyz is near, ha!
4 cricket chirps Ha! One verse, one hearse
Ha! Get tighter, as the ghost of Mike rises
Tight jeans, naw nigga, I don't get hyphy
So you think you can dance in them fake Nike?
Lock your old ass down, lil' Ron Isley
I've been icey since minute maid made Hi-C
Telling me she Pisces, don't do signs
Do check signings
Tyga tyrant, I'm with the power
With the diamonds the fame will blind ya and
Bitch yeah I'm fuckin blind
See no evil, below the zeroes
More funds to free throw
House got the strip pole
Leave your jeans at the door
Girls with the speedos
I'm grown I don't do those
New Boyz with new dough
Other niggas Brunos, homies with homos
I'm Young Money, Sqad Up, GD capo
I get them cheese, extra cheese, no nachos
Not yours
Tyga man tatted like vatos (ya da da da)
4 cricket chirps Heh
They like crickets to me