Lirik Lagu Oh Yeah (Work) - Lil Scrappy
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
(feat. Sean P of the YoungBloodZ, E-40)
[Lil Scrappy]I hear everyone of youWe do it like the army doI can go verticalLet's go, hey, hold up (hold up)No!!! Blow!!! Oh!!!C'mon, crank it, c'mon! Eh! Oh!
[Chorus]Got Cartier frames coverin' up my eyes26 inches inbetween my tiresNut in my pocket metal ?? three granddiamonds on my neck and a pistol in my handI'ma get my nigga, grind like hellwhen I'm short on my G's I'ma crank up the scaleOh Yeah, Oh Yeah I'ma crank up the scaleOh Yeah, Oh Yeah I'ma crank up the scale!
[Lil Scrappy]I'm never goin' broke no mo'aslong as my folks keep -guns-? and the blowThey sell it on up and then they bring back mo'and everybody askin' what I got that work fo'(Got What!!!)Got diamonds in my shades, that Cartier frameYou look up at my faceand tell her you a -grain-?, the ho be amazedthey be like OH!Nigga see it from the boss, see the way it glowYeah! Them thangs twinkle in the light rightI don't know, I jus twinkle in the lime lightgotta Chevy same color as a can of Spritesippin' on the X.O. got me feelin' rightI've been livin', my whole life pimpin'you'll never catch me slippin'fuckin' with ya'll womenScrap be chillin', I stay on the grindIt's hard life we livin', I stay with my nine
[Chorus]
[Sean Paul of Youngbloodz]I ain't gotta hit these streets no mo' (no mo')Criss inten-ed-ed fo' a showNotice I ain't out but four times every week (every week)during the time four every week get G'ed (get G'ed)Cartier shade with the gator cut wood (cut wood)proud of football, damn ya'll niggaz do it (do it)Whenever we in Atlanta now they callin me and you (you)everyday I'm hustlin' diamonds up against the wood (wood)Dope boy fresh dressed in red monkey clothes (clothes)gotta stay fresh fo' you dead monkey ho (ho)26 inches sittin' tall like whoa (like whoa)Get the cameraman I'm a God damn showShower cap and all, bitch you already know (know)fuck around wit dope, and squeeze some money outta ho (ho)Get my nigga, yeah I grind like hellrubberband around my money, like a God damn playa (damn playa)
[Chorus]
[E-40]Ooooooooh!Swapped out grillthey say that hustla that (that) boy worth a few millhe sittin' at the bar tearin' up hundred dolla billsthat's his car parked in the front door on them big wheelsHe ain't never been a punk!Ooooooooh!Booga Suga Pushafuck a state troopaI'm livin' fo the moment,I ain't livin' fo the futureProducer bring it to you, bring the noise like a tubacrack your peanut shell, run up on you with the rugaSmoke herb like a hippie (hippie)drank like a pirate (pirate)wrist real crisp (crisp), haters don't like it (like it)Jacket full of trays (trays), gotta get my chips (chips)manipulate your braud, put your chick on Craig List (List)Traffic I'm in and out (out)gotta work when it's a drought (drought)don't take the main street (street)take the other route (route)Sucka use your headdumby..you heard what I saidI'm gettin' carpal tunnel while I'm countin' all this bread
[Lil Scrappy]I hear everyone of youWe do it like the army doI can go verticalLet's go, hey, hold up (hold up)No!!! Blow!!! Oh!!!C'mon, crank it, c'mon! Eh! Oh!
[Chorus]Got Cartier frames coverin' up my eyes26 inches inbetween my tiresNut in my pocket metal ?? three granddiamonds on my neck and a pistol in my handI'ma get my nigga, grind like hellwhen I'm short on my G's I'ma crank up the scaleOh Yeah, Oh Yeah I'ma crank up the scaleOh Yeah, Oh Yeah I'ma crank up the scale!
[Lil Scrappy]I'm never goin' broke no mo'aslong as my folks keep -guns-? and the blowThey sell it on up and then they bring back mo'and everybody askin' what I got that work fo'(Got What!!!)Got diamonds in my shades, that Cartier frameYou look up at my faceand tell her you a -grain-?, the ho be amazedthey be like OH!Nigga see it from the boss, see the way it glowYeah! Them thangs twinkle in the light rightI don't know, I jus twinkle in the lime lightgotta Chevy same color as a can of Spritesippin' on the X.O. got me feelin' rightI've been livin', my whole life pimpin'you'll never catch me slippin'fuckin' with ya'll womenScrap be chillin', I stay on the grindIt's hard life we livin', I stay with my nine
[Chorus]
[Sean Paul of Youngbloodz]I ain't gotta hit these streets no mo' (no mo')Criss inten-ed-ed fo' a showNotice I ain't out but four times every week (every week)during the time four every week get G'ed (get G'ed)Cartier shade with the gator cut wood (cut wood)proud of football, damn ya'll niggaz do it (do it)Whenever we in Atlanta now they callin me and you (you)everyday I'm hustlin' diamonds up against the wood (wood)Dope boy fresh dressed in red monkey clothes (clothes)gotta stay fresh fo' you dead monkey ho (ho)26 inches sittin' tall like whoa (like whoa)Get the cameraman I'm a God damn showShower cap and all, bitch you already know (know)fuck around wit dope, and squeeze some money outta ho (ho)Get my nigga, yeah I grind like hellrubberband around my money, like a God damn playa (damn playa)
[Chorus]
[E-40]Ooooooooh!Swapped out grillthey say that hustla that (that) boy worth a few millhe sittin' at the bar tearin' up hundred dolla billsthat's his car parked in the front door on them big wheelsHe ain't never been a punk!Ooooooooh!Booga Suga Pushafuck a state troopaI'm livin' fo the moment,I ain't livin' fo the futureProducer bring it to you, bring the noise like a tubacrack your peanut shell, run up on you with the rugaSmoke herb like a hippie (hippie)drank like a pirate (pirate)wrist real crisp (crisp), haters don't like it (like it)Jacket full of trays (trays), gotta get my chips (chips)manipulate your braud, put your chick on Craig List (List)Traffic I'm in and out (out)gotta work when it's a drought (drought)don't take the main street (street)take the other route (route)Sucka use your headdumby..you heard what I saidI'm gettin' carpal tunnel while I'm countin' all this bread
