Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reintroduction, artist - Young Jeezy. Date of issue: 29.05.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Reintroduction |
| Ha Ha! |
| Ay nigga, so motherfuckin' comfortable right now, nigga |
| I ain’t even at the top of my game yet |
| DRAM! |
| Man these 6-figure checks ain’t enough for me |
| I still feel like a intern |
| HA HA HA! |
| Fuck wrong with these niggas man? |
| Like I say, you tough ass niggas out there talking reckless, man |
| It’s not a problem, we solve those |
| But I’ma tell you this nigga |
| You can only play one role in this movie, nigga |
| You got to play the star |
| Cuz the bully get wrote out the script, HA HA! |
| Niggas financially embarrassed, nigga |
| Told you Trap or Die, you didn’t trap? |
| Kill yaself, HA HA! |
| Allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is Young |
| Smoke a ounce a day, nigga, I stay high |
| I guess even back then you can call me, CEO of that CTE OH! |
| Fresh out them glass pots into them Chevy’s |
| I be the trap stars number one supplier |
| Nightmares of indictment papers reading my name |
| A hunned thou cash, dropped it all on my chain |
| That’s right, Snow |
| And that’s in May and |
| The game’s been over, you niggas still playin' |
| Fuck rap niggas, we run laps around 'em |
| Motherfuck a precinct, we build traps around 'em |
| Niggas tryna kill me, boy, I’m ready to die |
| Life After Death, who needs the stress? |
| Just mad cuz I got rich and kept it so hood |
| You niggas ain’t my friends, you just pretend real good |
| As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster |
| (Gangsta Grillz you bastards!) |
| You see being a ganster was better than being president of the United States, |
| It meant being somebody in a neighborhood that was full of nobodies, |
| They weren’t like anybody else, I mean, they did whatever they wanted, |
| they double-parked in front of a hydrant and nobody ever gave 'em a ticket |
| Coach K ain’t lie |
| I done came through the trap in everything this fly (Ha HA!) |
| You see my swag, yeah, I walk like a trap star |
| Real street nigga, not at all a rap star |
| They can lock me up, but I’m still the same crook |
| You can change the page, but it’s still the same book (AY!) |
| I’m good with the words |
| But I’m better with the birds |
| I’m nice with the Glock |
| But I’m great with the K (YEEEEEAH!) |
| Four and a half, nigga, two and a quarter (AY!) |
| We got 'em right here, nigga, place ya order |
| White girl, yeah, I kept that bitch |
| Straight drop, nigga, yeah, I kept that shit (Let's get it!) |
| They just mad cuz they got to respect us |
| These niggas ain’t gangstas, they more like detectives (Daaaaamn) |
| I keep one in the chamber till it’s on (Ay!) |
| Either love me, or leave me alone |