Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 100 Yard Dash , by - Young Dro. Release date: 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 |