Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 100 Yard Dash, artist - Young Dro.
Date of issue: 26.06.2006
Song language: English
100 Yard Dash |
All we make is cash, straight drop blast |
Niggas try to jack it, then straight drop dash |
Trunk on blast, now the cars go fast |
Chopper make a nigga do a 100 yard dash |
Ima Bankhead veteran, got 'em takin' Excedrin (my head hurt) |
Suckas call me a bitch when they saw me on David Letterman (the fuck?) |
Ride around severin', off the heads of my brethren |
Man this gangsta bitch been on pause all ever since (it's a pause), |
I was young was never sent |
Now I’m in a yellow Bent, thought the shit was lame, that’s why I ain’t go and |
get the yellow tint (young dro) |
Tell 'em Kent, we ride Phantoms supplyin' efforts |
Body full of reptile, camels and fine pampers |
Shine upper, fox fur, submarine box fur |
Kill a nigga ass sometime they call me clockster |
Lightskin Mossberg, nothin' black with the chrome rim |
26 down is the black back with the chrome front |
All we make is cash, straight drop blast |
Niggas try to jack it, then straight drop dash |
Trunk on blast, now the cars go fast |
Chopper make a nigga do a 100 yard dash |
Brass code astro, big shit mint in the van, dead fresh nigga playin' Polo |
Castro, give em what they ask fo' (what) |
Twenty thousand in Saks, stand on the trap top see the damn task force (where |
you at nigga) |
Come back in a black Porsche (with who?), me and Bola, it’s Xtaci time when the |
Sunshine, it’s over |
White corner, systems symmetric forces success survey no choice of aggressive |
My broads work on Giuseppes at night, Marc Jacob in a maple Masserati, I’m rich, |
nothin' to do, so I’m takin' up karate (waa) |
And I’m takin' up my body like an NFL quarterback, Michael Vick shit, |
I know how to bring a quarter back |
All we make is cash, straight drop blast |
Niggas try to jack it, then straight drop dash |
Trunk on blast, now the cars go fast |
Chopper make a nigga do a 100 yard dash |
Bitch please, shawty I know you ain’t got these |
Ferragamo’s on my face and some Juicy Couture jeans |
Bitch I’m ballin' with some folks who be lettin' they shoulder lean (shoulder |
lean) |
Know them grills gon bling and them banks go ching (listen) |
Ima queen, five karat ring, see through blouse and my nipples ain’t seen |
Aye look, everybody know that I’m quick to beat a hoe ass (bitch you already |
know) |
In a quick flash, make them bitches sick a flow fast |
Droptop in the other seat, I got plenty cash |
Always first class, bitch I was made to last |
We were on rags, still stuntin' with a Coach bag |
Young fly bitches like to ride when the beat blast |
All we make is cash, straight drop blast |
Niggas try to jack it, then straight drop dash |
Trunk on blast, now the cars go fast |
Chopper make a nigga do a 100 yard dash |