Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cheers , by - DJ Drama. Release date: 03.12.2007
Song language: English
Cheers |
| Yeah, a-ha |
| Yessir! |
| This is for the fly Spanish girls |
| With the Fendi Spy Bags |
| Haaa! |
| Yessir! |
| Uh-huh, yo! |
| Welcome to the city of vespers and exotic bitches |
| Cocaine condos and |
| I’m on tour of the places I chill’t |
| In this gorgeous city that the white drug built |
| They don’t buy judges; |
| they build courts |
| This here is the Wild World of Snort |
| Where they took pie paper and built the skyscrapers |
| Fuck flypaper, with paper we just fly! |
| And the look like weed smoke in the sky |
| Dollar signs on my back pocket; |
| who am I? |
| The ruby watch like reverse suicide |
| $ 2 million, dog, when I bought it, I was like «Do or die?» |
| Yeah, nigga, we above palms |
| Still ghetto, and sip our Patroose out a straw |
| Driving 'round Miami in that «Susie Love Ricky,» |
| Abbreviate that! |
| (SLR!) Uh-huh |
| Catch me in all-white, the Rover orange like a Frito |
| Uh-uh, papa, me not |
| What I look like, birdfeed? |
| Beat it, chico |
| You wanna have me sitting down, meeting with Judge Ito? |
| Ill wishes, while your happiness veneers |
| Sugar-coated comments, think it’s what I wanna hear? |
| I won’t say much, only what you need to know |
| The GNG4 for me stands for «grow.» |
| Here’s a toast for all my good health (Cheers!) |
| Here’s a toast for prosperity and wealth (Cheers!) |
| I did so much great shit for myself |
| So much more to come, we only just begun! |
| I love so much, I don’t know how to hate |
| I’m young and rich, man, I’m tryin' to celebrate! |
| Cheers, niggas! |
| Cheers, niggas! |
| We got the best grass, and bottles by the case |
| I’m young and rich, man, I’m tryin' to celebrate! |
| Cheers, niggas! |
| Cheers, niggas! |
| R-E-U-P G-A-N-G, Ziploc P! |
| Raise the arm of the champion, look at the face of victory |
| Pulled off the biggest coup in hip-hop history |
| The game was a mystery |
| I got my Sherlock on, Holmes, and now I sees clear through the trickery! |
| they tell a duo the illusion is this rap shit |
| Truth is, I’m repackaging that shit |
| Four years of chemistry, you thought it was my misery |
| I was right at home like Merlin with his wizardry! |
| I fishscaled 'em, then I XXL’d 'em |
| Just imagine the pressure, whole time the Feds trailin' him |
| Never stopped the coupes callin', the roofs fallin' |
| The levee’s broke, I flooded blocks like New Orleans! |
| S.O.S., sell o’s or starve, nigga |
| Ki’s vanish, Copperfield, voila, nigga |
| (Yeah!) Take a look into my diary |
| The real reason your favorite rapper admired P! |
| You wanna be me! |
| Yep, M! |
| I don’t spar with rappers, all y’all Jaspers |
| Shuck 'n jive, tap-dance for Massa |
| Don’t ask us, just ask the masses |
| Who got tutored? |
| Who taught classes? |
| In my absence you are underclassmen |
| Fuck the flow, y’all jackin off fashion |
| Bathing Ape hoodie, BAPE’s the shoe |
| Guess that’s what they mean, «monkey see, monkey do,"huh? |
| Oh, thought he’d run with the flow |
| But I couldn’t give you skill if I left it in my will, bitch! |
| They on our heels, real shit |
| FBI always trying to take a flick |
| But we pose on the Feds like they paparazzi |
| In Italy’s Milan, telling the waitress, «Grazie!» |
| Every bit the Don, cuz, who gon' stop me? |
| My guns speak Spanish, they go «Papi, papi,» |
| Ooh! |
| (Gangsta Griz-illz!) |
| DJ Drama! |
| AMG! |
| And like that |
| We gone! |
| This just the beginning! |
| I’m just getting started! |