Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mr. 17.5, artist - Young Jeezy. Album song The Inspiration, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Mr. 17.5 |
The young Bob Barker, the price is right |
If you C.O.D. |
then you could get them tonight |
Put the fish scale on the scale |
If Roy went postal, all he do is check mail (HA HA) |
Low key, under the radar |
Tripple black 'Vet, yeah I call it the stealth |
No currency machine, I could count it myself |
Almost done, another quarter million in ones |
Thunder storm in the body-tap, look what I’ve done |
Chump change, I make it rain for fun (wussup) |
Snow man, get cha' hands up high |
It’s ya' boy, Mr. 17−5 |
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots |
Snow man, get cha' hands up high |
It’s ya' boy, Mr. 17−5 |
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots |
I get them bars out of the back of my mind (that's how) |
I reminisce like Mary J |
Even in the drought, the boy kept that yay |
100 percent served, Snowman’s word |
You can play my thug and my clientele (why) |
I’m addicted to that new car smell |
White cookies in a plastic bag |
New shoes on the coupe with the paper tag |
Whole life flash right before your eyes |
See the state troopers and get butterflies |
Got a thing for them Heckler and Koches |
A minute 14 and Rolex watches |
Somewhere in the back of my secret deranged brain |
I get a rush when I tote that 'cane |
Get money, Nigga fuck them haters |
All we fear is the discovery and Inditement papers (wussup) |
Snow man, get cha' hands up high |
It’s ya' boy, Mr. 17−5 |
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots |
Snow man, get cha' hands up high |
It’s ya' boy, Mr. 17−5 |
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots |
I’m a grown ass man, I stand on my own two |
200,000 cash, yeah, I’m buying my own team |
Right to your front door, operation so sweet |
I like little dude who keeps his money so neat |
But I still bury a nigga |
Put The Mask on, Jim Carey a nigga (Blaou) |
Swede ends in the Chevy, got me feelin akward |
Careful with the sweets, dont burn my seats |
You could live your whole life and not come close |
Guess thats why these rap niggaz take notes |
Rectite my adlibs, borrow my quotes |
Make me Ihop a nigga, serve them with the toast |
Next, they be dressing like me |
But back in '93, they wasn’t stressing like me (wussup) |
Snow man, get cha' hands up high |
It’s ya' boy, Mr. 17−5 |
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots |
Snow man, get cha' hands up high |
It’s ya' boy, Mr. 17−5 |
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots |