Clipse - Dey Know Yayo lyrics

[Verse 1: Pusha T] Pusha Ton or you can call me Ziploc Yellow with the blue made green when the coke drop Fifteen years old, cooking raw rock Momma getting mad cause I was f**ing up her gold pots Drug dealer, been that n***a half my life Mongoose bicycle, I was stuffing junkie pipes Graduated, now I get it for the asking price He no speak-e ingles if your f**ing cash is right Dey know yayo, Pedro Louis, Lili, mi a-migos, oh! You n***as talking but you ain't never seen them Imagine being first named basis with the kingpins You're middle-manning, I'm touching the hands of the growers From Texas to Tijuana motherf**as know us Dryer sheets line the trunks to disguise the odor Your price is low but I bet my numbers shorty lower [Verse 2: Ab-Liva] Liva n***a, heat a man Nicknamed the teething man Like Ishmael with fish scale Got it off that Peter Pan Rob Peter, pay Paul, plates off, trace love O's I pitch like a friendly game of baseball Trade off cars with them tops off, blaze off Grown man paper playa, never turn that chase off Young n***a sold dope, sold soap, sold hope Bottled in a capsule n***a, got it from my old folk Ten Crack Commandments see, listen to the old GOAT Louis this, Gucci that, labels hold them logos Learn from the old pros, prison is no go New [?], low pro, choppin' up at Soho BBC play clothes, jeans on, things old Five, pay at one time, retro with the lace hold Twenty-four's sittin' high, chrome is what them brakes hold Re-Up Gang run it, it ain't over 'til we say so [Hook: Malice] Dey know yayo (6x) Re-Up Gang, you know we whip, whip, whippin' [Verse 3: Sandman] Just what you thought he would say f** a shark, there's a k**er whale in the water Disturbing the sh** out of order If you swim then you slaughtered And I say "ooo", I see food, fools in this pool of mine I'm dropping this hot sh** too quickly, let me slow up, who am I? Fat Daddy Dough Stacks, Philly's mayor A big thank you to all my haters For fueling the fire, my burning desire It fires, what keeps my wheels keep spinning I'm ripping through tire spares Got to keep that, sh** is real bruh Where I'm from is the home of cop k**ers Two-one-five, six-one-O Two-six-seven, one-thousand, four hundred and ninety-two You eight bucks short Fifteen, that gets him three, I let you owe me nina You burn me for that bread, I act like I never seen ya Can't speak for my n***as, they felonize misdemeanors Forever how to die when they see ya, it's real [Verse 4: Malice] Now look how I got it, some cars and a crib I done signed on that dotted, Re-Up is a partnership The four of us and we coming, the apocalypse Hands down, we the best, I'm a narcissist Me and my b**h, we out and ball Harbor She spending my money, I'm hot and I'm bothered I hop in the targa, peel out, ocean drive Nice breeze at the tide, sippin' on Coladas Dope boy fly sh** of which I am a pride of Where we all get chips and invade Estradas Party on South Beach, [?] and Madonnas We ain't worried bout nothing, Hakuna Matata Pay your lawyer well, rea**ure yourself Like black gold, this re-up things an oil well Trick on yo b**h, I'm sure she would enjoy Chanel Or that R350, that's sure to overwhelm [Hook: Malice]