Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 38 , by - Young Jeezy. Release date: 27.11.2011
Song language: English
38 |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I don’t think they know the time |
| I don’t think they know the time |
| I don’t think they know the time |
| I don’t think they know the time |
| I don’t think they know the time |
| Heard the streets fucked up, I can see the sign |
| Heard they going for the 30 straight |
| I can’t lie, man that shit got me .38 |
| Red hot, on fire |
| Glass pot, on fire |
| Red dot, on fire |
| 5 shots, on fire |
| Uh oh, your boy’s back |
| And he way too flashy, got my toys back |
| Nigga I just left the lot, I ain’t come to play |
| He pull me for my dealer tag, fuck you tryin' to say |
| Know some niggas doing 10, blame it on the yay |
| Clip hold a half a hundred, blame it on the K |
| Still the realest nigga in it, these niggas CB4 |
| This is «Fuck A Nigga» records, and I’m the CEO |
| Got them stacked long and wide like some Lego blocks |
| This ain’t even my real home, this my Lego spot |
| You ever seen so much money in a duffle bag? |
| Soon as you open up the zipper, bitch the duffle brag |
| I don’t think they know the time |
| Heard the streets fucked up, I can see the sign |
| Heard they going for the 30 straight |
| I can’t lie, man that shit got me .38 |
| Red hot, on fire |
| Glass pot, on fire |
| Red dot, on fire |
| 5 shots, on fire |
| I’m in that purple Lamb', looking like some dirty Sprite |
| Catchin' passes with them birds, yeah that Roddy White |
| Where I’m from them things hot, and that talk is cheap |
| And ain’t nobody hearin' shit, cause they trying to eat |
| All they can eat, buffet style |
| Nigga sellin' anything, buffet wild |
| DB9 stupid grill, yeah that overbite |
| Need me 9 stupid deals, this shit is overpriced |
| Got it vacuum sealed up, that’s to hide the scent |
| So much that if they pull you over, smell it through the vent |
| If them peoples hit the lights, I be a nervous wreck |
| When you don’t fear nothin' but the lights, now that’s a nervous check |
| I don’t think they know the time |
| Heard the streets fucked up, I can see the sign |
| Heard they going for the 30 straight |
| I can’t lie, man that shit got me .38 |
| Red hot, on fire |
| Glass pot, on fire |
| Red dot, on fire |
| 5 shots, on fire |
| That black tee with them nice hoodies |
| The ski mask is my uniform |
| You know I heard your homies don’t like them |
| If they the right price I might go shootin' 'em for you |
| Take the heaters out on you hoe cakes |
| Niggas took a stand on that dope case |
| Got murked out chillin' at a bird house |
| Shoulda seen the look on that ho face |
| When we kicked the doors off the hinge |
| Niggas that don’t really go all out to win |
| Six feet deep when you catch a nigga sleep in the streets |
| Man I bet he won’t doze off again |
| Niggas took a Chevy and blowed off the lid |
| Show a hundred pounds and balled off the bitch |
| A couple hundred shots will hold off the pigs |
| 'Til my homeboy Will get home off his bid |
| I’mma still do stickups |
| Two Mossberg pumps in the pickup |
| Everybody keep your cool cause if anybody move |
| The bust shots will tear your whole clique up |
| Niggas get rushed out the ambulance lift up, lift off |
| Face in his ribcage, ripped off |
| Niggas tax 30 badges for the 36 |
| I’d rather rob and steal than flip soft I’mma stay on… fire |