Lirik Lagu Mr. 17.5 - Young Jeezy
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(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 shineI 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 rightIf you C.O.D. then you could get them tonightPut the fish scale on the scaleIf Roy went postal, all he do is check mail (HA HA)Low key, under the radarTripple black 'Vet, yeah I call it the stealthNo currency machine, I could count it myselfAlmost done, another quarter million in onesThunder storm in the body-tap, look what I've doneChump change, I make it rain for fun (wussup)
[Chorus: Young Jeezy]Snow man, get cha' hands up highIt's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the potsSnow man, get cha' hands up highIt's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5I 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 JEven in the drought, the boy kept that yay100 percent served, Snowman's wordYou can play my thug and my clientele (why)I'm addicted to that new car smellWhite cookies in a plastic bagNew shoes on the coupe with the paper tagWhole life flash right before your eyesSee the state troopers and get butterfliesGot a thing for them Heckler and KochesA minute 14 and Rolex watchesSomewhere in the back of my secret deranged brainI get a rush when I tote that 'caneGet money, Nigga fuck them hatersAll we fear is the discovery and Inditement papers (wussup)
[Chorus: Young Jeezy]Snow man, get cha' hands up highIt's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the potsSnow man, get cha' hands up highIt's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5I 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 two200,000 cash, yeah, I'm buying my own teamRight to your front door, operation so sweetI like little dude who keeps his money so neatBut I still bury a niggaPut The Mask on, Jim Carey a nigga (Blaou)Swede ends in the Chevy, got me feelin akwardCareful with the sweets, dont burn my seatsYou could live your whole life and not come closeGuess thats why these rap niggaz take notesRectite my adlibs, borrow my quotesMake me Ihop a nigga, serve them with the toastNext, they be dressing like meBut back in '93, they wasn't stressing like me (wussup)
[Chorus: Young Jeezy]Snow man, get cha' hands up highIt's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the potsSnow man, get cha' hands up highIt's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
[beat fade]
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]New shoes on the range rover, good one man (vrrooomm)Motherfuckers acting like I aint' supposed to shineI 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 rightIf you C.O.D. then you could get them tonightPut the fish scale on the scaleIf Roy went postal, all he do is check mail (HA HA)Low key, under the radarTripple black 'Vet, yeah I call it the stealthNo currency machine, I could count it myselfAlmost done, another quarter million in onesThunder storm in the body-tap, look what I've doneChump change, I make it rain for fun (wussup)
[Chorus: Young Jeezy]Snow man, get cha' hands up highIt's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the potsSnow man, get cha' hands up highIt's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5I 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 JEven in the drought, the boy kept that yay100 percent served, Snowman's wordYou can play my thug and my clientele (why)I'm addicted to that new car smellWhite cookies in a plastic bagNew shoes on the coupe with the paper tagWhole life flash right before your eyesSee the state troopers and get butterfliesGot a thing for them Heckler and KochesA minute 14 and Rolex watchesSomewhere in the back of my secret deranged brainI get a rush when I tote that 'caneGet money, Nigga fuck them hatersAll we fear is the discovery and Inditement papers (wussup)
[Chorus: Young Jeezy]Snow man, get cha' hands up highIt's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the potsSnow man, get cha' hands up highIt's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5I 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 two200,000 cash, yeah, I'm buying my own teamRight to your front door, operation so sweetI like little dude who keeps his money so neatBut I still bury a niggaPut The Mask on, Jim Carey a nigga (Blaou)Swede ends in the Chevy, got me feelin akwardCareful with the sweets, dont burn my seatsYou could live your whole life and not come closeGuess thats why these rap niggaz take notesRectite my adlibs, borrow my quotesMake me Ihop a nigga, serve them with the toastNext, they be dressing like meBut back in '93, they wasn't stressing like me (wussup)
[Chorus: Young Jeezy]Snow man, get cha' hands up highIt's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the potsSnow man, get cha' hands up highIt's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
[beat fade]
