Mr. 17.5 Lyrics
| Song | Mr. 17.5 |
| Artist | Young Jeezy |
| Album | The Inspiration: Thug Motivation 102 |
| 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 |
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