Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Aye, artist - DJ Drama. Date of issue: 03.12.2007
Song language: English
Aye |
| This where we from, this where we stay |
| This where we live, this where we play |
| Aye |
| You heard that, you heard that |
| You heard that, you heard that |
| I know how to trap, I know how to sell dope |
| I know how to rob, I know how to pimp a hoe |
| I know how to make the hammer cock back on the 44 |
| I know how to order 5 bricks, then order 40 more |
| 22 inches on it, the Benzes where the rappers go |
| Dro with 2 twin supermodel bitches up on the top floor |
| Body full of liquor, I don’t need your crumbs, hoe |
| Fuck what you heard, I’m hard, they soft, hoe |
| What you gotta say about that skiddle shit |
| Taste the rainbow, you niggas ain’t with it |
| Put the chain on the Roadster, Porsh roster |
| Standin in the trap, sittin down, but I’m layd up |
| Glocked up, boddy full of lead when I’m done here |
| Dreamin bout my career, now I’m stuntin |
| Had it comin for a long time, I got it |
| No pussy nigga can beat us, gotta let 'm know |
| This where we from, this where we stay |
| This where we live, this where we play |
| Aye |
| You heard that, you heard that |
| You heard that, you heard that |
| Look, the rims, the car, my grill |
| Dro the best thang smokin, shawty, I’m for real |
| I hit the ghetto in the Porsh truck, what it is |
| I was gone, got me a deal, what it is |
| I got them niggas actin like they shook |
| Now them hoes in the club, like, girl, look |
| That nigga Dro, I know he a thug, but girl, look |
| 24 main on Dub, girl, look |
| Look, that Pontiac Michael Cane car |
| I heard it was fast, with them birds on the top |
| I heard it can talk, like them Bentley ones |
| I heard he got a BMW, like James Bond |
| Fuck what you heard, look here, boo, chop me |
| Straight up out the ghetto, section 8, Coope poppin |
| I be rockin, way back, ATL’s mascot |
| RAF throwback, polls with 67 squad |
| They ain’t know bout that, fooled you with the rich man |
| Heard you in the hood, you with the head man |
| Ice on my hand, blingin like a star |
| Bitch up in the car, and she off a brown bar |
| Dro! |
| This where we from, this where we stay |
| This where we live, this where we play |
| Aye |
| You heard that, you heard that |
| You heard that, you heard that |
| It ain’t a secret no more, niggas know I run the streets |
| Come and holler at your boy, got them units for the chief |
| If you think about robbin, got the chopper on the backseat |
| Light lotto, if you in luck, you can play with me |
| I have your head hangin, like a kid on a jungle gym |
| This the jungle we in, don’t come if you never been |
| 20 years be the rims, we sittin high on them |
| Know you gotta hit me, only way I ride with them |
| Nigga gonna ride with them, cause nothin but some killers here |
| This my trap, this my baby, pimpin ain’t no deal in here |
| Pimpin, what’s the deal in here, you see how big the club be |
| I love my southern girls, you see how big they ass be |
| Plus, they all over me, all of them attached to me |
| Niggas keep on askin me for work, stop harassin me |
| Bottom line, this the Aye, this where I was respected at |
| It’s Kuntry King, man, show me where your lovers at |
| This where we from, this where we stay |
| This where we live, this where we play |
| Aye |
| You heard that, you heard that |
| You heard that, you heard that |