Juicy J - Black and Yellow G-Mix lyrics

[Intro - Wiz Khalifa] You know what it is You know what it is (G-Mix!) [Hook - Wiz Khalifa] You know what it is Every thing I do, I do it big Screamin' that's nothin' When I pulled off the lot: that's stuntin' Reppin' my town when you see me you know everything I'm in black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow I put it down from the whip to my diamond chains I'm in black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow [Verse One - Snoop Dogg] Big Snoop Dogg and Wiz Khalifa See on the West Coast I'm the big chiefa The grim reaper Maybe that bring me back, yellow 'Lacs Steeler logo in the back We bangin' out, that Taylor Gang Dub to your face, baby 'til you say my name Don't get your clique served So much black and yellow you would think I was from Pittsburgh In turn, get your'n [Hook] [Verse Two - Juicy J] I'm a bumblebee lit up like a Christmas tree Drinkin' Hennessey Black, I'm from Tennessee Juicy J make the way on my own two Quarter mil' for the Phantom, b**h I own you And they go for e'ry chick that I'm f**in' with Black and yellow b**hes all up on me, yeah I dig In they purse, gotta get that reimburse On them bills and that purple pint of syrup And I stay Louis'd down to the socks Rings and watch, weed and Glock My pants swole with them rubber band knots I'm gettin' old but them rubber bands not, n***a [Hook] [Verse Three - T-Pain] Catch me in my Lamborghini, black and yellow, black and yellow I can rock it on the beat or (a capella, a cappella) Sideways in the turning lane Fire flame I be burnin' man Teddy Pain 'bout to hurt the game Took a break for a while, I been learnin' things I learned how to tell a n***a "f** you then" Black and yellow, black and yellow All I do is f**in' win I told y'all You thought it was over You thought I was gone I'm goin' in you gon' have to let me, have to let me Back from the dead like I'm Machiavelli, Machiavelli [Hook] [Verse Four - Wiz Khalifa] Black and yellow, all black and yellow See me now they treatin' me like I'm somebody special Smokin' on that good know it's me soon as they smell it You could chill I'm the one who get it not the one who sellin' All grind every day, I'm ballin' I can't help it n***as on that bullsh**, my pockets full of Celtics And them n***as hatin' on us get our best wishes In the club you ain't even on the guest list, b**h Sound like you need to get your weight up Go to sleep rich and count another million when I wake up They wonderin' how I do my thing Two words: Taylor Gang Remix, G sh** This champagne's poured, n***a the weed's lit Lil mama's clothes fallin' like the leaves in the fall Ain't worried 'bout your friends so bring 'em all [Hook]