Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hey Y'all, artist - Eve. Album song Eve-Olution, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ruff Ryders
Song language: English
Hey Y'all |
| I keep some chuck’s on my feet khakis on my legs |
| Trunk full of funk nigga while im breaking bread |
| Sliding through your system banging, bobbing heads |
| Doing mines and I don’t care what other niggas saying |
| They can pop it, but they can’t stop it, boy I’m getting mine |
| Selling clothes up in this bitch like Calvin Klein |
| Getting cuties to shake they booty at the same time |
| I’d be damned If I go back to jail for the same crime |
| I’m to slick to get caught up in this dirty game |
| I’m a scollar that make dollaz off the birdy game |
| Crip hoping I got it popping on the Blvd |
| Man I ain’t fucking with chevy’s I got my own car |
| D-O Double you don’t wanna rumble, why you testing me |
| Oh I know, you must be gone off them extacy |
| Bad habits you better kick it before it get you loc |
| And try to get yourself hooked on this chronic smoke |
| Fo' sho! |
| (Chorus: Nate Dogg) |
| Hey Y’all, doggs from East to West Coast |
| All my doggs we could smoke, we 'bout to take some bank roll |
| Everywhere that I go, man I see the same hoes |
| I know they already know, yea we like it real raw |
| Snoop, Evie Eve and Nate Dogg |
| (uh-huh)These niggas got you head nodding |
| And this chick got the drums from your ears throbbing |
| Known to do it, baby bubblin do 'chu dare stop it |
| Love when bitches hate you, hear the song pimps |
| Ain’t nothing to me, Got my nigga Snoop he been down |
| As for my nigga Nate, shit he was in town |
| Created heat so you can bang it, crank it nice and loud |
| Can’t block me out I’m popping up Evie Eve, I’m upon your tv |
| Ain’t never stuck up off the freezyness |
| Same bitch, same pitch nothing rediculous |
| Want this brown girl I see you thug lick your lips |
| Gotta have that bombshell, damn girl I need you for me |
| Keep love on the both sides, we in the church |
| On these niggas getting smoke ties, dominoe playing |
| Up here praying that they legalize, but fuck it still choke top down |
| Baby blowing smoke in the sky, come on |
| Now when you see me acting up in the club (it ain’t nothin) |
| Uh six fall up on dub’s (it ain’t nothin) |
| Huh breaking up blueberry buds (it ain’t nothing) |
| And every hood showing nothing but love (it ain’t nothing) |
| Taste buds ain’t the same, for the simple brain |
| Should of never let me learn what millions really mean |
| Yea I’m a simple girl, but really don’t want simple things |
| Keep real doggs close, hate cats with simple brains |
| Not ready for the collision, stay up in your lane |
| East coast, West coast, you still don’t fuckin think |
| Dedicate to you baby, keep your gangsta lean |
| You gots to be my queen, cause I’m the Bigg king |
| The one with the Bigg house with the Bigg things |
| Sista Eve, you blessed the whole scene |
| You’re the queen of the team, with cream, you’re so supreme |
| A blessin in the skies, open up your eyes |
| Me and you together shit, we gone collect the vibes |
| Exercise, and go where we wanna go, stay fly |
| Sho' and original, turn up your stereo |
| Cause here we go, here we go |
| It ain’t nothing (4x) |