Freeway - Mellow Yellow lyrics

Ohhhhi got my suit right
And I'm doin just what I please

Oh, now, ain't that mellow?

Ain't that mellow mellow?

Oh, baby ain't that mellow?

It's the State Prop, chain gang
And we still banging
Addicted to gun slanging
Addicted to slinging rock
Well trust the Roc wit me, Roll wit me
They can't hold me
These haters they can't fold me
Leave 'em holy from the shot
Trust you know we neva got to
Them ain't the hottest from the hood
But, I got out
It must roll in it in a rented
And it's tinted
So the V-cops can't see who's in it
Come, thru snatch ya women
Take 'em out and think about it
And, feel foolish cuz you can't do this
Dummy, Free got ya chicks by the
Woo and the hip out again
It's on by the brother thats spitting
So brother listen
Or quit, with the sniffin, the clip
You lose ya balance

My neighbors like
"Ain't that Roc-a-Fella?" I'm like "Hell no"
Keep it on the low
Lead a 4 fever and squeeze
And leave you bleeding
Eating Jello on the mellow now

Uh chea

Whooo, okay i'm here, yeah

Whooo

Motherfucker I'm, back
You thought I'd be gone forever
The piece strong, the others see
He last forever the clip, long
It feel like it keep lasting forever
When theirs swords like a
Hyphen, leave you wetter
We gon' let 'em now

Matta fact, don't you get the kid hyper
He will light cha
I think back to my earlier days
I used to make change
Running the block, serving the pipers
Now I spit claims reality rap, love out of
Life, we'll stay here, get excited
Start a riot with the wax
Tell them guards to get back
Guard your trap, my rap's
Similiar to Kanye's
Travel thru them wild wires

If I'm ever back
Then tell 'em "Welcome" with a "hello"
And open arms, cuz, my flow the bomb man
I'm the concrete, yellow lines and tar now

Chea

Okay, Ohcheawhooo

Chea, uh what cha'll forgot?

Y'all niggas trippin

This, verse, here
Is dedicated to all non-believers and
All those who hated
I'm Roc, gang related, like Pac
My shit is banging i, flow with a fever
I know my tongue is sicker but
I'm workin on it, I, pump five times
Scram forward read them storeis
And you caught up in them fables
The Hills, Streets and Times
Say there's no place like home
When I throw eight thru the throne
And I throw eight thru the bones
And it's mine, but push yours in
Back in the day I pack a tours and a tours in
Top of the morning live, got my bundles
Snatch my bundles in a old house
Me and my poor fish

That they bringing that change from
The label to the table
I got some businesses, a
Couple houses, jewlery, a couple rings
And some other things

Chea, look what this rapping brings

Chea, whooo okay

Chea, whooo, uh

Whooo, that's right uh, Chea, Uh

Chea

Whoochad West try impress niggas, uh

And yo, I told you, uh, we right back
And we rock with 'em roll with em, uh

Chea, uh, Chea, Roc-A-Fella y'all, uh, Chea

Sta-Sta-State Prop, Chain Gang
That's Roc-A-Fella y'all