| Everything’s a go!
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| And I just washed the wheel, and I Armor All the wheels
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| And it’s real, everything’s a go!
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| New jeans, new cheese’s, new gat, gimme a reason
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| Everything’s a go! |
| Squad in the club wit me
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| Tryna find a chick to fall in love wit me
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| Everything’s a go! |
| Mami hit me on the jack
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| Told me meet her at the spot, and I’m bout to call her back, its a go!
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| Bleek come scoop you, try to seduce you
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| Half Black and Chinese, she gave me the fu-fu
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| A little bit of that, wan-tan soup
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| From the hood, got more chips then wan-tan oooooooh!
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| But matter fact, got more chesse than nacho
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| Not from rap, when I used to fuck wit Pancho
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| I’m in the class, all by myself
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| Now you haters wanna crowd my space
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| Hundred grand all in your face, motherfucker better fix ya face
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| For they butterfly-stich ya face
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| If ya bitch outta line, put the bitch in place
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| If the record sound just, get the blaze, nigga
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| Put in back, on the block for motherfuckers
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| The ROC get hot, let 'em scream «It's the ROC, in ya area!»
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| You better warn ya folks
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| They hate to see a real clique, but now
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| w/ (Jay-Z ad-libs)
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| Highest paid act, highest paid to rap
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| I advance myself, and pay myself back
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| Ha, man you gotta love that
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| When them pockets on «E» man you gotta hug that
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| Corner like you wanna proposal and lock that
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| Kill a nigga for the scrilla man I’m not above that
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| Hooo! |
| hold on Young, let me get it back
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| You got beef in these streets, Lord, let me get a gat
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| Booooy! |
| you now tuned into the greatest
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| Can’t beat us, join us, can’t fade us, hate us
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| Nigga it’s nothin, my crew and half dozens
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| That’s cause we scramble, like we Vick’s half cousins
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| Booooy! |
| and get ya mind right nigga
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| We gon' put you on the news, you want lime light nigga
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| Channel 2 or Channel 4, you know what 9 like nigga
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| Groupie men, we put on UPN
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| One — thug in the club, two — models to go
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| Three — bottles of Arma', four jars of dro
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| Five shots to draw, my six hits took off
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| Seven you make Heaven, or eight — everything’s a go!
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| Mami got that ice in ya drink
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| Long legs short skirt, what you mean — everything’s a go!
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| My thugs outdie of the club wit Timbs
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| Nine on ya waist, let’s roll we gettin in (Everything's a go!)
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| Nigga I’m back for, I’m willin to clap boy
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| You holdin me back for — go!
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| I — spring into ac-tion, Brooklyn I’m back for
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| I’m bringin it back boys cause. |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everything's A Go, artist - Memphis Bleek. Album song M.A.D.E., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп