Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hell Yeah, artist - Dead Prez. Date of issue: 26.05.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hell Yeah |
| Brooklyn |
| Come on, Come on Sittin’in the living room on the floor |
| All the pain got me on some migraine shit |
| But I’m gonna maintain |
| Nigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my name |
| And my homies in the same boat going through the same thing |
| Ready for a cake |
| Better plot for the paper |
| We been living in the dark since April |
| On the candle |
| Gotta get a handle |
| My homie got a 25 automatic added to the camper |
| Nigga get the phone book look up in the yellow page |
| Lemme tell you how we fend to get paid |
| We gonna order pizza and when we see the driver |
| We gonna stick the 25 up in his face |
| Lets ride, stepping outside like warriors |
| Head to the notorious Southside |
| One weapon to the four of us Hiding in the corridor until we see the dominos car headlights |
| White boy in the wrong place at the right time |
| Soon as the car door open up he mine |
| We roll up quick and put the pistol to his nose |
| By the look on his face he probably shitted in his clothes |
| You know what this is It’s a stick up Gimme the do’from your pickups |
| You ran into the wrong niggaz |
| We running down the block hot with these pizza boxes |
| So we split up and met back at the apartment |
| Hell yeah (yo ain’t you hungry my nigga?) |
| Hell yeah (you wanna get paid my nigga?) |
| Hell yeah (ain't you tired of starving my nigga?) |
| Hell yeah (well lets ride then) |
| Hell yeah, Hell yeah |
| I know a way we can get paid you can get down but you can’t be afraid |
| Let’s go to the DMV |
| And get a ID |
| The name says you but the fates is me Now it’s your turn take my paper work |
| Like 1, 2, 3 lets make it work |
| Then, fill out the credit card application |
| And its gonna be bout 3 weeks a waiting |
| For American Express |
| It’s cause we card |
| Platinum visa, master card |
| Cause we was spooked as shit like we’s was targets |
| Now we just walk right up and say charge it To the game we rocking brand names |
| Goin on out the park store chains |
| We even got the boys in the crew a few things |
| Po Po never know who to true blame |
| Sto’after Sto’you know we kept rolling |
| Wait two weeks report the car stolen |
| Repeat this like a like a laundry mat |
| Like a glitch in the system it’s hard to catch |
| Coming out the mall with the shopping bags |
| We can take it right back then get the cash |
| Yea, get a friend and then do it again |
| Damn right that’s how we paid the rent |
| Hell yeah |
| Time to get this paper |
| I’m down for the caper |
| Please steady on It’s a deadly struggle |
| We all gotta hustle |
| This is the way we survive |
| I know a caper |
| We can get some government paper |
| You know food stamps can we really do that |
| Hell yea, right there for the taking |
| Fuck welfare we say reparations |
| And, uh, you know the grind |
| Get up early get in the line and just wait |
| Everybody on break that’s part of the game |
| And when they call your name |
| Ms. Case Worker let my state my claim |
| I’m homeless, jobless, times is hard, I’m 'bout hopeless |
| But I gotta eat regardless |
| No family to run to I’m 22 |
| Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do My sad story made her feel close to me |
| I made her feel like it was an emergency |
| When I came to the crib niggaz couldn’t believe |
| I came back with a big bag of groceries (hell yeah) |
| Every job I ever had I had to get on the first day |
| I find out how to pimp on the system |
| Two steps ahead of the manager |
| Getting over on the regular tax free money out of the register |
| And when I’m working late nights stockin’boxes I’m creepin’their merchandise |
| And don’t put me on dishes I’m dropping them bitches |
| And taking all day long to mop the kitchen shit |
| We ain’t getting paid commission, minimum wage, modern day slave conditions |
| Got me flippin’burgers with no power |
| Can’t even buy one off what I make in an hour |
| I’m not the one to kiss ass for the top position |
| I take mine off the top like a politician |
| Where I’m from doing dirt is a part of living |
| I got mouths to feed I gots to get it Hell yeah (you down to roll my nigga?) |
| Hell yeah (you ready to get your hands dirty my nigga?) |
| Hell yeah (your woman need money and things my nigga?) |
| Hell yeah (well lets ride then) |
| Hell yeah |
| If you coming gangsta |
| Then bring on the system |
| And show that you ready to ride |
| Till we get our freedom |
| We got to get over |
| Please steady on the grind |