Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yeah, artist - Pastor Troy. Date of issue: 15.08.2005
Song language: English
Yeah |
| How can I explain this game? |
| Got me on the road everyday, to fill my name |
| Me and my dreams of gettin the world crunk |
| The hits bring bling, and do the ATL stomp, this thang real |
| I got the gun chill, cranberry’s and x pills |
| Smokin on the best of the best |
| When you see me you know i’m fresh |
| In the black lambo, I ain’t ridin there hoe |
| Probably roll my other up, tell them what, I don’t give a fu** |
| Prince’s cut, round my neck, round my wrist, in my ear |
| In my son ear, in his mama ear, crystal clear |
| Listen hear, this fo all yall ni**az bitin' my flow |
| Wanna come up in the game, I can’t stand a mane actin like I don’t know |
| Yeah!!!, There’s been a whole lotta talkin, Pastor Troy ni**a, where my |
| motherfu**in offerin? |
| Yeah!!!, It’s a whole lotta bitin', tell them ni**az keep motherfu**in fightin |
| Yeah!!!, It’s a whole lotta suspicion, about who i’m fu**in, about who i’m |
| hittin |
| Yeah!!!, Baby give me why ya can’t, cause I ain’t playin with ya this year |
| man (well ah haaaa) |
| I been watchin these ni**az from a fog |
| My best friend left me with some dope in his car |
| So now I been hesitant to roll with the crowd |
| I represent ni**az smokin dro', actin wild (ya feel me now?) |
| I been bouncin, ever since the 9 dro |
| Money, cars, clothes, hoes, 17 years old… |
| Hop in the club with no I.D., no ni**a here is gonna try me, zone 1, 2, |
| 3 r e s p e c t |
| V.I.P, bout 20 deep, hardest nigga in the street |
| Tryin to find me a bi*** I can check |
| Probably be the bitch on the deck |
| Better yet, i’ma slap a bi*** ass ni**a, a fu** ass ni**a, ol bitin ass ni**a |
| Yeah!!!, it’s a whole lotta talkin, Pastor Troy ni**a, where my motherfu**in |
| offerin? |
| Yeah!!!, it’s a whole lotta bitin', tell them ni**az keep motherfu**in fightin |
| Yeah!!!, it’s a whole lotta suspicion, about who i’m fu**in, about who i’m |
| hittin |
| Yeah!!!, Baby give me why ya can’t, cause I ain’t playin with ya this year |
| man (well ah haaaa) |
| Yeah!!!, it’s a whole lotta talkin, Pastor Troy ni**a, where my motherfu**in |
| offerin? |
| Yeah!!!, it’s a whole lotta bitin', tell them ni**az keep motherfu**in fightin |
| Yeah!!!, it’s a whole lotta suspicion, about who i’m fu**in, about who i’m |
| hittin |
| Yeah!!!, Baby give me why ya can’t, cause I ain’t playin with ya this year |
| man (well ah haaaa) |