Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oh Yeah (Work) (Sean P. Of YoungBloodZ and E-40), artist - Lil Scrappy. Date of issue: 04.12.2006
Song language: English
Oh Yeah (Work) (Sean P. Of YoungBloodZ and E-40) |
| I hear everyone of you |
| We do it like the army do |
| I can go vertical |
| Let’s go, hey, hold up (hold up) |
| No!!! |
| Blow!!! |
| Oh!!! |
| C’mon, crank it, c’mon! |
| Eh! |
| Oh! |
| Got Cartier frames coverin' up my eyes |
| 26 inches inbetween my tires |
| Knot in my pocket better believe three grand |
| Diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand |
| I’m a get money nigga I grind like hell |
| When I show em the G’s I’m a crank up the scale |
| Oh yeah (Oh yeah) I’mma crank up the scale |
| Oh yeah (Oh yeah) I’mma crank up the scale |
| I ain’t never goin broke no mo' |
| As long as my folk keep runners of that blow |
| They sell it on out then thay bring they back mo' |
| And ere’body askin what I got that work fo' (got what?!) |
| Got diamonds in my shades the Cardier frames |
| They look up at my face and tell its woodgrain |
| And the Ho’s be amazed they be like OH! |
| They can see it from the bar see the way it glows |
| Yeah! |
| them things twinkle in the light bright |
| I don’t know I just twinkle in the lime light |
| Got a chevy same color as a can of sprite |
| Sippin on on that X O got me feelin right |
| I been livin my whole life pimpin |
| Never catch me slippin fuckin wit ya’ll women |
| Scrapp be chillin I stay on my grind |
| It’s a hard life we livin I stay wit my nine |
| Ain’t gotta hit these streets no mo' |
| Crisp 15 ten 24 show |
| Notice I ain’t never Fo' times e’ery week |
| 20 time fo' every week get G’s |
| Party game shades with the gator cut wood |
| Prada footwear damn yall nigga do it |
| Pimpin in Atlanta now they callin me in Europe |
| Everyday I hustle diamonds up against the wood |
| Dope boy fresh dressed in red monkey clothes |
| Gotta stay fresh for you red moneky Ho’s |
| 26 inches sittin tall like WHOA |
| I’m a need a camera man I’m a god Damn show |
| Shower cap and all bitch you already know |
| Fuck around with dopers squeeze the money out a Ho |
| I’m a get money nigga yeah I grind like hell |
| Rubberband around my money like a God damn playa |
| (slugged out grill) they say hustle that dat boy |
| (worth a few mill) he sittin at the bar |
| (tearin up hundred dollar bills) thats his car parked by the front Do |
| (on them big wheels) he ain’t never been a punk |
| Bugga suga plusha FUCK a state trooper |
| I’m livin for the moment I ain’t livin for the future |
| My dudes will bring it to ya bring the noise like a Tuba |
| Crack ya peanut shell run up on ya with the Ruger |
| Smoke herb like a hippie drink like a pirate |
| Wrist real crisp haters dont like it |
| Jack of all trades, gotta get my chips |
| Manipulate ya broad put ya chick on Craigslist |
| Traffic om in and out yall work when its a drought |
| Dont take the main street take the under route |
| Sucka use yo head you heard what I said |
| I’m gettin carpal tunnel while I’m countin all this bread |