Shyheim, Leo - Yeah, Yeah lyrics
[Shyheim, Leo - Yeah, Yeah lyrics]
When I showed up
All the mafiosos was coked up
They offered me a bump
I told Paulie I ain't want none
I came here for business, not to have fun
I sat down and preceded to
Roll myself a blunt
I licked the Dutch, like Cousin Vinnie
What up? I need a raise on my cut
I been moving so much
Last month, I bring back a hundred plus
Plus I sold 200 guns
He said, you know what? You absolutely right
Son even though, you're a nigga
You still one of us
I'm like don't play those race games with me
You fat guinea fuck
So when the room got quiet
I grabbed my fire, they grabbed they fired
Then we all started laughing
Like the devil's a liar
Joey pass me the lighter, then I lit the piff
The duffle bags with the bricks
Picked up the bags with the cash
And fellas, I'd love to chat
But I gotta dash
I had dimes on the strip
And I was going strong
Ya'll playing with them 'knicks'
Should of got LeBron
Shit go wrong, just gotta think ya'll
When you don't think far, shoot a nigga
He blink hard
Linked off, real nigga that let a thing off
I ain't under the wing
I ain't the type you can think for
We those type of nigga like
Don't let a speak tough
Keep on, niggas that RE, treat our
Niggas accordingly, yeah accordingly
I ain't been seen since the summer
I only reach out quarterly
Orally, the only way niggas want war with me
That's no homo, I speak it metamorphically
Historically, no loyalty amongst thieves
But my royalties
Keep niggas loyal amongst me
See a sign, read mine every day of the week
Play like I sleep when I pray on the weak
Move with the strong, God
It keeps you moving along
If that fall that never back
Look like the rule of a pawn
Yeah, and that's the rule of a pawn
Now do to the don, cool as a farm
Louis Vutton
Yo, they call him Shyheim and
His black partner LEO tiny
Don't fuck with him, he's so grimey
They was fucking with this
Cat named Vito Shiny
They got a hundred percent
But they D broke 90
Anyway, they shot him in his peephole, slimey
And took me for a kilos, grimey
Two brothers on a rampage, son, want Rico
Finally call up the payphone, error
Shyheim and LEO is good together
Never lie, never tell, still would never
Ever ever snitch on each other
They know better
The coat weather, or should I say oh sweater
I'm talking loyalty
All the mafiosos was coked up
They offered me a bump
I told Paulie I ain't want none
I came here for business, not to have fun
I sat down and preceded to
Roll myself a blunt
I licked the Dutch, like Cousin Vinnie
What up? I need a raise on my cut
I been moving so much
Last month, I bring back a hundred plus
Plus I sold 200 guns
He said, you know what? You absolutely right
Son even though, you're a nigga
You still one of us
I'm like don't play those race games with me
You fat guinea fuck
So when the room got quiet
I grabbed my fire, they grabbed they fired
Then we all started laughing
Like the devil's a liar
Joey pass me the lighter, then I lit the piff
The duffle bags with the bricks
Picked up the bags with the cash
And fellas, I'd love to chat
But I gotta dash
I had dimes on the strip
And I was going strong
Ya'll playing with them 'knicks'
Should of got LeBron
Shit go wrong, just gotta think ya'll
When you don't think far, shoot a nigga
He blink hard
Linked off, real nigga that let a thing off
I ain't under the wing
I ain't the type you can think for
We those type of nigga like
Don't let a speak tough
Keep on, niggas that RE, treat our
Niggas accordingly, yeah accordingly
I ain't been seen since the summer
I only reach out quarterly
Orally, the only way niggas want war with me
That's no homo, I speak it metamorphically
Historically, no loyalty amongst thieves
But my royalties
Keep niggas loyal amongst me
See a sign, read mine every day of the week
Play like I sleep when I pray on the weak
Move with the strong, God
It keeps you moving along
If that fall that never back
Look like the rule of a pawn
Yeah, and that's the rule of a pawn
Now do to the don, cool as a farm
Louis Vutton
Yo, they call him Shyheim and
His black partner LEO tiny
Don't fuck with him, he's so grimey
They was fucking with this
Cat named Vito Shiny
They got a hundred percent
But they D broke 90
Anyway, they shot him in his peephole, slimey
And took me for a kilos, grimey
Two brothers on a rampage, son, want Rico
Finally call up the payphone, error
Shyheim and LEO is good together
Never lie, never tell, still would never
Ever ever snitch on each other
They know better
The coat weather, or should I say oh sweater
I'm talking loyalty