Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hell Yeah, artist - Big Moe.
Date of issue: 26.05.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hell Yeah |
Hell yeah Moe thoed, yeah I get do' |
Screwed Up Click, Southside still hold |
And we won’t fold, let the story be told |
Put it down for Fat Pat, Screw and Mafio |
Hell yeah I’m a G, raised in these streets |
You could be the drank man, stacking P-I-N-T's |
So if I fall off, and times get hard |
Moe gon go back, and attack the boulevard |
Hell yeah I sip fo’s, might pop a X-O |
Might let the sherm burn, but I’m still in control |
I keep my clothes on, Moe-Yo won’t get naked |
Unless I’m with a fine hoe, then fa sho I’m gon wreck it |
Hell yeah I’m gon protect it, I’m never naked headed |
My life is too precious, I can’t get infected |
Hell yeah I’m still chunky, hell yeah they still love me |
Hell yeah 'm sitting on three’s, everything’s still lovely |
(hell yeah) I get money (hell yeah), I get do' |
(hell yeah) I wreck the club (hell yeah), I wreck the show |
(hell yeah) I wreck shop (hell yeah), tops drop |
(hell yeah) body rock (hell yeah), it don’t stop |
(hell yeah) I get paid (hell yeah), I get leid |
(hell yeah) my candy sprayed (hell yeah), I chop blaze |
(hell yeah) I get bops (hell yeah), my glock’s cocked |
(hell yeah) the Wreckshop, it won’t stop |
Hell yeah I pull stars, hell yeah menage tois |
Hell yeah I caught that charge, but I’m back on the charts |
Hell yeah Wreck a rider, Wall Street insider |
Pyrex cooker, sense on me provider |
Hell yeah I cheated, on both of the broads |
And I delete the next X, if she can’t keep it hard |
She asked me was the rumor true, was I really over there |
Looked her in her eyes and I told here, hell yeah |
Hell yeah I’m a thug, hell yeah I do drugs |
Hell yeah, you can catch me opening tulips in the club |
Hell yeah Bush tripping, hell yeah I miss Clinton |
In them days I bled the block, wrecked the shop and was winning |
Hell yeah she wanna do me, just because she saw the movie |
But I ain’t gon lie, I love my boppers and my groupies |
Hell yeah I’m a G, with a college degree |
Put the knowledge with the streets, no one in hell is stopping me |
(hell yeah) I get money (hell yeah), I get do' |
(hell yeah) I wreck the club (hell yeah), I wreck the show |
Hell yeah I grip grain, hell yeah I move them thangs |
Hell yeah I come from rangs, stacking change, know I’m saying |
Hell yeah I’m out that boot, hell yeah and I will shoot |
If a nigga disrespect me, or my family or my loot |
Hell yeah I fucked your boo, fucked her in her dome too |
Hell yeah I miss that P-A-T, that Mafio and Screw |
Hell yeah I live lavage, pimping pens got me established |
Hell yeah I got a stack of talents, touring while in Paris |
Fool around coming down, smoking pounds in my Coupe |
With your dime on my side, to setting up that berry blue |
Hell yeah it’s very true, that she did the whole crew |
Hell yeah and we fucked her, all in the same room |
Hell yeah we kicked her out, right before we checked out |
And we did the same shit, when we hit the next spot |
Hell yeah you know Tyte Eyez, gon tell it like it go |
Hell yeah motherfucking, still all about my do' |
(hell yeah) I get money (hell yeah), I get do' |
(hell yeah) I wreck the club (hell yeah), I wreck the show |
(hell yeah) I wreck shop (hell yeah), tops drop |
(hell yeah) body rock (hell yeah), it don’t stop |
(hell yeah) I get paid (hell yeah), I get leid |
(hell yeah) my candy sprayed (hell yeah), I chop blaze |
(hell yeah) I get bops (hell yeah), my glock’s cocked |
(hell yeah) the Wreckshop, it won’t stop |