8ball - AhYea lyrics

Ahyeah, get down, do what they wanna do Get down, from the back [8ball] I was born in poverty, n***a runnin with them k**as Hard liquor drinkin n***as, prostitutes, and drug dealers Real hoes, money makin pay the bills Hoes s** a dick and even strap on dil*os Powder bag blowin, syrup sippin, stick dippin On my knees shootin dice in my mama kitchen Shinin silver pack seem to sell quicker than crack n***as get down on that brown and don't know how to act The devil got him now and only God can bring him back Evil spirits and empty pockets make a n***a react What make a n***a take a life before thinkin about it? Anger management, controllin it, and reroute it Cinderella and that doze got my mind cloudy Come at 5 spray the uzi when the club crowded Out of the roof of the coupe straight to the loot f** a hoot, n***a slab ridahs want proof [Hook] Ah yeah we gettin crunk tonight Get down and some n***as wanna funk tonight Ah yeah we gon lay it down tonight Get down and make some n***as clown tonight Ah yeah we gon get buck tonight Get down, these ho's they wanna f** tonight Ah yeah we gon lay it down tonight Get down and make some ho's clown tonight [8ball] Give me a reason n***as murder and ma**acre for the cheese Worthless b**hes and cocoa leaves by the keys Under siege feds lookin for powder traces and loot Got chipped by a bird that used to fly in my coop Still tennin with them twinkies and I keep my 4-5th hidden Life taker for for them playa fakers sniffin and trippin Real is more than just a phrase n***as use in vein People die and mothers everywhere felt the pain Hard to explain how her baby head got blowed off Parked in a red zone and got his life towed off You can label me the under boss This is the only way I know to get my point across