Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 4 Zones, artist - Young Jeezy. Date of issue: 01.09.2014
Song language: English
4 Zones |
| Keep it a thousand man |
| I’ll show you what to do with them thousand grams |
| Scent from the kitchen as loud as a thousand pans- |
| Soda sit the jacket, she smoke the shit out of cans |
| Saying Young you just might have you a business, you Need A Plan |
| Gave my lil' nigga some money, «Go buy some pots» |
| «Take my rental and don’t fuck around, the stove is hot» |
| Nigga why should I be playin' with your hair, the stove or not |
| Fuck you mean I ain’t answerin' my phone? |
| Your numbers blocked |
| If the folks hit the door right now, my heart would stop |
| We in this bitch playin' possum right now, me and the blocks |
| Got a nigga rollin' a spliff right now, he round the block |
| 'Bout to play Bruce Lee on these bitches, karate chop |
| I hope my hustle don’t offend nobody |
| I can give a fuck what you think about me |
| You know I like to turn up at the spot |
| Act a fool with the money |
| G told me keep it low-key |
| Now I got the whole house smellin' like smoke |
| And errythin', coulda smoke a thousand Newports |
| Really no difference between money and the time |
| Thin line do it all cause I can’t be broke |
| And nigga there was over right now, you gotta get out here and get it |
| You a real one you gotta stay strong |
| Gave my house, my cars, my chain, my fame |
| Nigga give me my scale and my phone |
| All I need it 4 zones |
| Them gossipin' and hatin', just a few determination |
| I go crazy with that money, I’m a fuckin' mental patient |
| See I started as a youngin', hustlin' for a club fit |
| Spend your last fifteen hun', you know that club shit |
| You fall off, you get back, can’t give up, that shit whack |
| I hear links on my cell, I have blow in my nails |
| I hear hoes in my jeans, I weigh bees on them beans |
| They had stamps on them things, I broke bread with my team |
| Got them birdies in the attic, countin' currency in the basement |
| Aunty said there’s somethin' on her silverware cause she can taste it |
| And I ain’t goin' nowhere, you haters gotta face it |
| And if I lose it all tomorrow nigga, I just need to basics |
| I hope my hustle don’t offend nobody |
| I can give a fuck what you think about me |
| You know I like to turn up at the spot |
| Act a fool with the money |
| G told me keep it low-key |
| Now I got the whole house smellin' like smoke |
| And errythin', coulda smoke a thousand Newports |
| Really no difference between money and the time |
| Thin line do it all cause I can’t be broke |
| And nigga there was over right now, you gotta get out here and get it |
| You a real one you gotta stay strong |
| Gave my house, my cars, my chain, my fame |
| Nigga give me my scale and my phone |
| All I need it 4 zones |
| ass hustler, yeah I’m tryna post up |
| Till I can come through in the lamb, with the doors up |
| Hit it with that H2O, then it froze up |
| Back when they was goin' for the two fo', had it sowed up |
| They pulled me with this nina in this strap it be a felony |
| If I get through with this nina on my lap, I’m livin' heavenly |
| Speed ballin' like this shit a sprint, but this a marathon |
| Phone ringin' all day and night, like a telethon |
| If you a real hustler you gon' get that, he ain’t get it |
| If you a real hustler you know how to stay committed |
| Between me and you got tired of sleepin' with them roaches |
| And I been havin' flashback, that’s why a nigga focus |
| I hope my hustle don’t offend nobody |
| I can give a fuck what you think about me |
| You know I like to turn up at the spot |
| Act a fool with the money |
| G told me keep it low-key |
| Now I got the whole house smellin' like smoke |
| And errythin', coulda smoke a thousand Newports |
| Really no difference between money and the time |
| Thin line do it all cause I can’t be broke |
| And nigga there was over right now, you gotta get out here and get it |
| You a real one you gotta stay strong |
| Gave my house, my cars, my chain, my fame |
| Nigga give me my scale and my phone |
| I hope my hustle don’t offend nobody |
| I can give a fuck what you think about me |
| You know I like to turn up at the spot |
| Act a fool with the money |
| Homie G told me keep it low-key |
| Now I got the whole house smellin' like smoke |
| And I think, coulda smoke a thousand Newports |
| Really no difference between money and the time |
| Thin line do it all cause I can’t be broke |