Song | Mr. 17.5 - Album Version (Explicit) |
Artist | Young Jeezy |
Album | The Inspiration |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cannon, Jenkins, Ware | |
(AYYYEE, AY, AY, AYYEE....) | |
[Verse 1:Young Jeezy] | |
New shoes on the range rover, good one man (vrrooomm) | |
Motherfuckers acting like I aint' supposed to shine | |
I aint' the 1, definately not the 2 (nope) | |
1 in the chamber when we aming at you (Blaou) | |
The young Bob Barker, the price is right | |
If you C.O.D. then you could get them tonight | |
Put the fish scale on the scale | |
If Roy went postal, all he do is check mail (HA HA) | |
Low key, under the radar | |
Tripple black 'Vet, yeah I call it the stealth | |
No currency machine, I could count it myself | |
Almost done, another quarter million in ones | |
Thunder storm in the body-tap, look what I've done | |
Chump change, I make it rain for fun (wussup) | |
[Chorus: Young Jeezy] | |
Snow man, get cha' hands up high | |
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5 | |
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots | |
Snow man, get cha' hands up high | |
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5 | |
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots | |
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy] | |
I get them bars out of the back of my mind (that's how) | |
I reminisce like Mary J | |
Even in the drought, the boy kept that yay | |
100 percent served, Snowman's word | |
You can play my thug and my clientele (why) | |
I'm addicted to that new car smell | |
White cookies in a plastic bag | |
New shoes on the coupe with the paper tag | |
Whole life flash right before your eyes | |
See the state troopers and get butterflies | |
Got a thing for them Heckler and Koches | |
A minute 14 and Rolex watches | |
Somewhere in the back of my secret deranged brain | |
I get a rush when I tote that 'cane | |
Get money, Nigga fuck them haters | |
All we fear is the discovery and Inditement papers (wussup) | |
[Chorus: Young Jeezy] | |
Snow man, get cha' hands up high | |
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5 | |
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots | |
Snow man, get cha' hands up high | |
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5 | |
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots | |
[Verse 3: Young Jeezy] | |
I'm a grown ass man, I stand on my own two | |
200,000 cash, yeah, I'm buying my own team | |
Right to your front door, operation so sweet | |
I like little dude who keeps his money so neat | |
But I still bury a nigga | |
Put The Mask on, Jim Carey a nigga (Blaou) | |
Swede ends in the Chevy, got me feelin akward | |
Careful with the sweets, dont burn my seats | |
You could live your whole life and not come close | |
Guess thats why these rap niggaz take notes | |
Rectite my adlibs, borrow my quotes | |
Make me Ihop a nigga, serve them with the toast | |
Next, they be dressing like me | |
But back in '93, they wasn't stressing like me (wussup) | |
[Chorus: Young Jeezy] | |
Snow man, get cha' hands up high | |
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5 | |
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots | |
Snow man, get cha' hands up high | |
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5 | |
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots | |
[beat fade] |
zuo qu : Cannon, Jenkins, Ware | |
AYYYEE, AY, AY, AYYEE.... | |
Verse 1: Young Jeezy | |
New shoes on the range rover, good one man vrrooomm | |
Motherfuckers acting like I aint' supposed to shine | |
I aint' the 1, definately not the 2 nope | |
1 in the chamber when we aming at you Blaou | |
The young Bob Barker, the price is right | |
If you C. O. D. then you could get them tonight | |
Put the fish scale on the scale | |
If Roy went postal, all he do is check mail HA HA | |
Low key, under the radar | |
Tripple black ' Vet, yeah I call it the stealth | |
No currency machine, I could count it myself | |
Almost done, another quarter million in ones | |
Thunder storm in the bodytap, look what I' ve done | |
Chump change, I make it rain for fun wussup | |
Chorus: Young Jeezy | |
Snow man, get cha' hands up high | |
It' s ya' boy, Mr. 175 | |
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots | |
Snow man, get cha' hands up high | |
It' s ya' boy, Mr. 175 | |
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots | |
Verse 2: Young Jeezy | |
I get them bars out of the back of my mind that' s how | |
I reminisce like Mary J | |
Even in the drought, the boy kept that yay | |
100 percent served, Snowman' s word | |
You can play my thug and my clientele why | |
I' m addicted to that new car smell | |
White cookies in a plastic bag | |
New shoes on the coupe with the paper tag | |
Whole life flash right before your eyes | |
See the state troopers and get butterflies | |
Got a thing for them Heckler and Koches | |
A minute 14 and Rolex watches | |
Somewhere in the back of my secret deranged brain | |
I get a rush when I tote that ' cane | |
Get money, Nigga fuck them haters | |
All we fear is the discovery and Inditement papers wussup | |
Chorus: Young Jeezy | |
Snow man, get cha' hands up high | |
It' s ya' boy, Mr. 175 | |
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots | |
Snow man, get cha' hands up high | |
It' s ya' boy, Mr. 175 | |
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots | |
Verse 3: Young Jeezy | |
I' m a grown ass man, I stand on my own two | |
200, 000 cash, yeah, I' m buying my own team | |
Right to your front door, operation so sweet | |
I like little dude who keeps his money so neat | |
But I still bury a nigga | |
Put The Mask on, Jim Carey a nigga Blaou | |
Swede ends in the Chevy, got me feelin akward | |
Careful with the sweets, dont burn my seats | |
You could live your whole life and not come close | |
Guess thats why these rap niggaz take notes | |
Rectite my adlibs, borrow my quotes | |
Make me Ihop a nigga, serve them with the toast | |
Next, they be dressing like me | |
But back in ' 93, they wasn' t stressing like me wussup | |
Chorus: Young Jeezy | |
Snow man, get cha' hands up high | |
It' s ya' boy, Mr. 175 | |
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots | |
Snow man, get cha' hands up high | |
It' s ya' boy, Mr. 175 | |
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots | |
beat fade |
zuò qǔ : Cannon, Jenkins, Ware | |
AYYYEE, AY, AY, AYYEE.... | |
Verse 1: Young Jeezy | |
New shoes on the range rover, good one man vrrooomm | |
Motherfuckers acting like I aint' supposed to shine | |
I aint' the 1, definately not the 2 nope | |
1 in the chamber when we aming at you Blaou | |
The young Bob Barker, the price is right | |
If you C. O. D. then you could get them tonight | |
Put the fish scale on the scale | |
If Roy went postal, all he do is check mail HA HA | |
Low key, under the radar | |
Tripple black ' Vet, yeah I call it the stealth | |
No currency machine, I could count it myself | |
Almost done, another quarter million in ones | |
Thunder storm in the bodytap, look what I' ve done | |
Chump change, I make it rain for fun wussup | |
Chorus: Young Jeezy | |
Snow man, get cha' hands up high | |
It' s ya' boy, Mr. 175 | |
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots | |
Snow man, get cha' hands up high | |
It' s ya' boy, Mr. 175 | |
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots | |
Verse 2: Young Jeezy | |
I get them bars out of the back of my mind that' s how | |
I reminisce like Mary J | |
Even in the drought, the boy kept that yay | |
100 percent served, Snowman' s word | |
You can play my thug and my clientele why | |
I' m addicted to that new car smell | |
White cookies in a plastic bag | |
New shoes on the coupe with the paper tag | |
Whole life flash right before your eyes | |
See the state troopers and get butterflies | |
Got a thing for them Heckler and Koches | |
A minute 14 and Rolex watches | |
Somewhere in the back of my secret deranged brain | |
I get a rush when I tote that ' cane | |
Get money, Nigga fuck them haters | |
All we fear is the discovery and Inditement papers wussup | |
Chorus: Young Jeezy | |
Snow man, get cha' hands up high | |
It' s ya' boy, Mr. 175 | |
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots | |
Snow man, get cha' hands up high | |
It' s ya' boy, Mr. 175 | |
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots | |
Verse 3: Young Jeezy | |
I' m a grown ass man, I stand on my own two | |
200, 000 cash, yeah, I' m buying my own team | |
Right to your front door, operation so sweet | |
I like little dude who keeps his money so neat | |
But I still bury a nigga | |
Put The Mask on, Jim Carey a nigga Blaou | |
Swede ends in the Chevy, got me feelin akward | |
Careful with the sweets, dont burn my seats | |
You could live your whole life and not come close | |
Guess thats why these rap niggaz take notes | |
Rectite my adlibs, borrow my quotes | |
Make me Ihop a nigga, serve them with the toast | |
Next, they be dressing like me | |
But back in ' 93, they wasn' t stressing like me wussup | |
Chorus: Young Jeezy | |
Snow man, get cha' hands up high | |
It' s ya' boy, Mr. 175 | |
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots | |
Snow man, get cha' hands up high | |
It' s ya' boy, Mr. 175 | |
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots | |
beat fade |