Testo Dem Boyz - Jeezy feat. Boyz N Da Hood
Testo della canzone Dem Boyz (Jeezy feat. Boyz N Da Hood), tratta dall'album Tha Streetz Iz Watchin'
Nigga with this rap shit, nigga
Shout-out to Jodie Breeze, my nigga Noonie Newtime
I need y'all to listen closely, it's the Gangsta Grill special
G's up, my nigga Young Jeezy
Dramatic nigga, do that
Hit some bars in the hood, sell anything for pride
Five in the morning on the corner clocking
Yeah, we rollin', but them nigga try to stop it
And you can get it anywhere, anywhere
Them boys got work, them boys got fame
Them boys got hurt, them boys got pain
Them boys got Glocks, them boys got cash
Them boys got Glocks, them boys getting paid
Take it too long to lock up, bring it back
You was short anyway so bring a stack (man, that shit was fucked)
I wouldn't even know
I ain't had to open up a whole thing since '94
Damn, we ain't trippin', we'll swap it out
If it's still in the rap, we'll swap it out
Let me hop off in the shower and get myself together, I'ma need about an hour
I got real clientele, we ain't breaking shit down, we don't need no scales
He worth a mill on the low, plus the weatherman said that it's a light chance of snow
Hit some bars in the hood, sell anything for pride
Five in the morning on the corner clockin' (clockin')
Yeah, we rollin', but them nigga try to stop it (try)
And you can get it anywhere, anywhere
Them boys got work, them boys got fame
Them boys got hurt, them boys got pain
Them boys got Glocks, them boys got cash
Them boys got Glocks, them boys gettin' paid
We're looking to the eyes of a young gutter nigga
Loyal to the game, out here trying to make a come up nigga
Serving lots of J's, cocking Glocks
Knockin country niggas out they Dr. Jay
Fucking with a mobster, the cops talking hip hop
Just so you niggas don't get it twisted
Just listen and pay attention to one of the realest up out of Griffin
With ammunition in on a mission
For getting Benjamins ready
And willing to put one of you out of your misery
So bad bad, the four fours and the dashboards
Tryna act bad or make me blast at your assholes
Nothing less, nothing more, I'll give you what you asked for
Five for the 50 nigga, gone 'fore I hit you, nigga
Hit some bars in the hood, sell anything for pride
Five in the morning on the corner clockin' (clockin')
Yeah, we rollin', but them nigga try to stop it
And you can get it anywhere, anybody
Them boys got work, them boys got fame
Them boys got hurt, them boys got pain
Them boys got Glocks, them boys got cash
Them boys got Glocks, them boys gettin' paid
Now I'm a east side resider, keep niggas liver than powder
Stankin' like clam chowder if they thinkin' that they wilder
Ever since I can remember, I been toting that timber
Keep the block hotter than July in the middle of December
Niggas better know my MO from Houston down to the N-O
Came a long way from letting birds fly in the back of a Ramo
We can catch, do get posted up right off exit 65
With some real ass niggas who ain't selling bean pie
Just to get 'em green guy, baby mama sweetheart
Catch them hos by surprise, froze with they mouth wide
Even tough guys get duct-taped and hog tied
Just me, Jody, Jeezy, and Trick gon' always rock it
Hit some bars in the hood, sell anything for pride
Five in the morning on the corner clockin' (clockin')
Yeah, we rollin', but them nigga try to stop it
And you can get it anywhere, anywhere
Them boys got work, them boys got fame
Them boys got hurt, them boys got pain
Them boys got Glocks, them boys got cash
Them boys got Glocks, them boys gettin' paid
Just the type shit we fuck with
Philly's nigga
Shout to the king, dog cannon
Credits
Writer(s): Jacoby White, Jay Jenkins, Zak Wallace, Chadron Moore, Lee Dixon, Miguel Scott
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