E-40 - Oh Yeah (Work) lyrics
[Lil' Scrappy] I hear everyone of you We do it like the army do I can go vertical Let's go, hey, hold up (hold up) No!!! Blow!!! Oh!!! C'mon, crank it, c'mon! Eh! Oh! [Hook] Got Cartier frames coverin' up my eyes 26 inches inbetween my tires Knot in my pocket better believe three grand Diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand I'm a get money n***a I grind like hell When I show em the G's I'm a crank up the scale Oh yeah (Oh yeah) I'mma crank up the scale Oh yeah (Oh yeah) I'mma crank up the scale [Lil' Scrappy] I ain't never goin broke no mo' As long as my folk keep runners of that blow They sell it on out then thay bring they back mo' And ere'body askin what I got that work fo' (got what?!) Got diamonds in my shades the Cardier frames They look up at my face and tell its woodgrain And the Ho's be amazed they be like OH! They can see it from the bar see the way it glows Yeah! them things twinkle in the light bright I don't know I just twinkle in the lime light Got a chevy same color as a can of sprite Sippin on on that X O got me feelin right I been livin my whole life pimpin Never catch me slippin f**in wit ya'll women Scrapp be chillin I stay on my grind It's a hard life we livin I stay wit my nine [Hook] [Sean Paul] Ain't gotta hit these streets no mo' Crisp 15 ten 24 show Notice I ain't never Fo' times e'ery week 20 time fo' every week get G's Party game shades with the gator cut wood Prada footwear damn yall n***a do it Pimpin in Atlanta now they callin me in Europe Everyday I hustle diamonds up against the wood Dope boy fresh dressed in red monkey clothes Gotta stay fresh for you red moneky Ho's 26 inches sittin tall like WHOA I'm a need a camera man I'm a god Damn show Shower cap and all b**h you already know f** around with dopers squeeze the money out a Ho I'm a get money n***a yeah I grind like hell Rubberband around my money like a God damn playa [Hook] [E-40] (slugged out grill) they say hustle that dat boy (worth a few mill) he sittin at the bar (tearin up hundred dollar bills) thats his car parked by the front Do (on them big wheels) he ain't never been a punk Bugga suga plusha fu*k a state trooper I'm livin for the moment I ain't livin for the future My dudes will bring it to ya bring the noise like a Tuba Crack ya peanut shell run up on ya with the Ruger Smoke herb like a hippie drink like a pirate Wrist real crisp haters dont like it Jack of all trades, gotta get my chips Manipulate ya broad put ya chick on Craigslist Traffic om in and out yall work when its a drought Dont take the main street take the under route s**a use yo head you heard what I said I'm gettin carpal tunnel while I'm countin all this bread [Hook]