Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yee, artist - E-40. Album song My Ghetto Report Card, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.03.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Yee |
| That’s the call of my thugs when they step into the club |
| They go Yeeeee! |
| (Yeeeee) |
| When you hit the prissy bitch from Vallejo or the Rich |
| They holla Yeeeee! |
| (Yeeeee) |
| You can catch me in the traffic in the (?) |
| Hollerin’Yeeee! |
| (Yeeee) |
| If you’re stickin’like some static we gon’bust them automatics |
| Like Yeeee! |
| (Yeeee) |
| My area code grows some of the best weed in the world, my ninja, |
| we ain’t no punk |
| They say we need to take a bath in tomato juice 'cause we always smell like |
| skunk |
| Sloppy drunk, nine times out of ten, I ain’t tryna see me Bendin’corners in my brand-new Dodge Durango Hemi |
| Pimpin’a lot of ballers, always smokin’mister jolly lama |
| Always pullin’me over and searchin’my fuckin’car |
| Searchin’my gluteus maximus, flashlight in my draws |
| Actin’like some batches is, thinkin’I got robbed |
| Doin’it big, take a swig, sip a sip, twist the lid |
| Smokin’spliff, aready been, pushin red, bout my nig |
| Everybody wanna talk that talk, wanna walk that walk, wanna bark that bark |
| Everybody wanna plot that plot, wanna drop that saw on the pillowtop |
| I get a call from Young Bob, here up out my zone |
| He said your Hillside nigga Ned on his way home |
| I said well tell him to call me, I love his ass to death |
| Any nigga hatin’he gon’take they last breath |
| (Biatch!) |
| It’s your partner from the town, mayne |
| I see y’all doin’it big, we gettin’down mayne |
| Yeah I fuck with the V, Richmond know me Wherever niggas ballin is where bitches gon’be |
| You can go across the bridge, fuckin’with a bitch |
| Don’t matter which side, you’ll be all up in some shit |
| Before you know it, it ain’t like it used to be Everybody got straps that shoot you or me |
| I give a fuck about who, I don’t even know you |
| Wassup, yeah pimpin', I got my thang too |
| And it’s cooo, cause I know you know it I ain’t even got a bullet, ain’t even gotta show it Don’t blow it, it’s where the black man stinkin' |
| I be layin’underground in a casket stinkin' |
| If I slip, I gotta keep my poise |
| You hear that 8 away bumpin’man, what’s all that noise? |
| Get your head busted in, I’m not your boy or your friend |
| Get your head busted in, I’m not your boy or your friend |
| You say that, do that, pull that, shoot that |
| Now where your crew at, what you gon’do now |
| I’m a west coast nigga — Yeeee! |
| (Yeeeee) |
| I’m a east coast nigga — Yeeee! |
| (Yeeeee) |
| I’m a down south nigga — Yeeee! |
| (Yeeeee) |
| I’m a midwest nigga — Yeeee! |
| (Yeeeee) |