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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
(What they want?)they want that young shit
That dumb shit that where you from shit That ride around your hood all day with your gun shit All I got to my name is two bricks and one felony Your going back to jail that's what my conscious keep on telling me I really ain't buying all this bullshit they selling me When the government throwing more curves than the letter C I said the letter C I guess that's for correctional They try to box me in, sit me still like a vegetable [Chorus] God damn another trap I think bush trying to punish us Sending little messages out to each and every one of us Real g shit well that's really unheard of When you get more time for selling dope than murder In this crazy world This world keeps spinning my rims still spinning Even though the money slow we still spinning In this crazy world Let this world keep turning yeah my blunts still burning Same thing different day still burning In this crazy world and this dopes still selling And these niggas still telling When you make it through the day its no talent In this crazy world (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) In this crazy world When I was fourteen I turned nothing to a quarter meal Probably why I never give a fuck about a record deal And I ain't never tried the shit imagine how that white feel But that don't even matter though trying to pay the light bill, Light bill, phone bill plus my granted nerve bills Feel like I should be taking off imagine how my nerves feel I want a new Bentley my aunty need a kidney And if I let her pass her children never will forgive me [Chorus] I ain't a x box so why you niggas trying to play with me I really be the streets so what you niggas got to say to me Cant be much cant be much (why?) cause I ain't listening I just left the hood and ill be damned if they ain't filling them want to see me fall off guess that just the way it be Old school triple beam them usually that the way it be And plus I got a driver that get them things from a to b Soon as you get your money right they hit you with conspiracy [Chorus] |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
And you know... (Chea)
And you know... (Chea, get the money, get the money) And you know... (Get the money, nothin' but the money) And you know... (Bout the money, bout the money) And you know... (Bout the money, bout the money) (Young! Yeah, I see you nigga! Let's go!) [Chorus] I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool That don't mean shit, I don't know you (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (Hell nah!) I don't know you. (I don't know you niggas!) (Let's go!) (Yeaaah!) I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool. (The recession nigga!) That don't mean shit, I don't know you. (I don't know!) (I'm right back in ya ass homeboy!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) (Trying to take me out nigga!) I don't know you. I don't know you. (Ay ay ay!) [Verse 1] Feelin' is in this shit That's right I'm in this bitch Ya'll niggas acting like Young ain't never did this shit Nigga, 500 grams, rock solid, no shake (shake) Call them thangs Chappelles, he wants his other half baked (Wooh!) You know I like to scramble mine, Waffle House style Or leave 'em sunny side up and let 'em chill for a while (Damn!) Not only have I done it, I did it, I lived it Delivered it myself, yeah I'm making house visits (Young!) I'm praying while I'm driving, it's making me religious In the head lights behind me, it's making me suspicious And maybe I'm trippin', and maybe I'm not (not) Maybe it's nothing (nothing), just hope it ain't the cops (Okay!) [Chorus] I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool That don't mean shit, I don't know you (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) (I told these niggas, homie!) I don't know you. I don't know you. (Yeah!) (Let's go!) I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool. (These niggas looking around for me!) That don't mean shit, I don't know you. (I don't know!) (That's cool though!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. I don't know you. (Talk to 'em homie!) [Verse 2] I go there, get that and go back with that And then I flip that, then send that right back If it got 2 bags, it must be 5 stacks So you owe 5 stacks, bring that right back (Ah ha!) If it take too long, must be rerock 2 in the shoebox, nah these ain't Reebocks (Yeah!) I don't live there, I just cook there Ain't nothing in there, but fish and cookware (Young!) Can't drop our shit, work that fork though Lock up like woah, Young like fo' sho This shit right here, call that "come back" (Yeaaaah!) Drop this 9 off, and I'll be right back (Let's go!) [Chorus] I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool That don't mean shit, I don't know you (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. I don't know you. (Let's go!) I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool. That don't mean shit, I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. I don't know you. (Get at these niggas, homie!) [Verse 3] I don't know why these niggas tell lies Ya'll know damn well he ain't flippin' no pies All this bird talk make me want some Popeyes Ya'll getting no play off in my rides Fake ass niggas, how dare you compare Young? Black Crown Vic, yeah that used to scare Young My 6-2's come back like frisbees All these smoke fumes got me dizzy (Yeaaahhhhh!) They talk bricks, see I'm just listening (Ay!) *yawn* Say, I'm just listening (Yeah!) Hook might be tight, but that don't sound right I sold Snow White and he sold no white (Ayyy!) [Chorus] I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool That don't mean shit, I don't know you (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. I don't know you. (I swear to god!) I don't know you. (Let's go!) I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool. (I hear you niggas talk that shit!) That don't mean shit, I don't know you. (I don't know!) (I ain't see shit, yet!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I got this nigga!) I don't know you. [Outro: Jeezy singing/talking] And you know... (I ain't bouncing for none of you niggas, nigga) And you know... (I ain't cosigning none of you fake ass niggas) (Realest nigga in the BS nigga, Jezzy) And you know... (Ah ha ha!) And you know... (America is me!) And you know... (Ah ha ha!) (Yeah, they know me though!) (Let's go!) [Chorus Fading] I hear ya'll talk that work shit, that's cool That don't mean shit, I don't know you (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. (I don't know!) I don't know you. I don't know you. |
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from Young Jeezy - The Recession [Explicit Version] (2008)
Hey hoes ain't shit
And money ain't nothin' And if it ain't nothin' Then its gotta be somethin' And if it ain't somethin' Then its gotta be nothin' And if he ain't showed the cash Then he gotta be bluffin' My dog hit me up He say he gotta lick Gotta bad jump shot So he might shoot a brick Talkin' records on my line That's a technical foul Don't know what the fuck you talkin' bout I'm hangin' up right now Nigga you ain't nick cannon And this ain't wild and out Playin my position I ain't tryin' to foul out Instant replay yeah We bout to find out Hey where the referee I need to call the time out [Chorus: x2] If young is what they want Then young is what they gettin' They ask me what I do I tell em teachin' for a livin' What you say nigga I could show you how to make a mill right now And I could show you how to make a mill right now He say he just touched down And he need a dutch downed Second time he caught a date Think he goin' out a way Thirty six skyline We goin' for the fresh down Fresh planned defense Every time he come around We goin' to the super bowl If I make this field goal I understand you gotta beat Let me turn this knee to three He trippin' bout the extra point Make sure you bring my extra cash Next time I see your extra ass Hold up call the play Yeah I'm playin' quarterback 4 way 2 way bet I bring a quarter back Weigh it up bag it up pass it to my runnin' back I got short on my pay That's a flag yell this way [Chorus] Ninth inning bases loaded I'm going for the grand slam Tax free tax free Don't give a shit to Uncle Sam Youngin' playin' softball You playin' softball Yeah I'm playin' softball Same colors golf balls Catch me in the outfield That's a whole lot of grass Tryin' to buy a franchise That's a whole lot of cash Yeah that's right I'm savin' up Think I'm gonna buy the team Watch me get my bounty on Trying to get my money clean Always quick watch the bitch Cant afford another strike If I make it through this shit Then I can play another night Money fight money fight Gotta get my money right But first I gotta kick these hoes So make sure that you ridin' wit me [Chorus] |
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