Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grey Goose, artist - Young Jeezy. Album song Trap or Die, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.10.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Agency 99
Song language: English
Grey Goose |
Yea this All Star Cashville’s Prince |
From Cashville to M-Town to ATL |
When ya in the club and its a hater in your face |
Go to the bar, order your grey goose, this what ya tell em' |
(Chorus 4x's) |
I’m on that grey goose, do I know you? |
NO! |
Do I know you? |
NO! |
Do I know you? |
NO! |
(Verse 1: Young Jeezy) |
I’m on that grey goose, cranberry, and that pineapple (pineapple) |
And I’ll bust ya shit like a pineapple (pineapple) |
Young rich nigga (chea), buy the whole bar (aye) |
I’m wit Cashville and I’m wit All Star (yeeaah) |
Red, white, and blue jersey wit the big star (stars) |
M.V.P. |
biotch (biotch) I’m an All Star (chea) |
26 inches sittin on the chevy frame (frame) |
Top down (top down) I do the damn thang (yeeaah) |
Flo-Masters got it soundin heavy from the rear (rear) |
4−55 dude I’m outta here (chea) |
Got my Gucci shades lookin like a rap star (star) |
A buck fifty on the way call me Nascar (that's right) |
Cocaine white wit the antique tags |
I ain’t trippin like red like gang flags (what up game) |
It’s Young Jeezy who the fuck wanna deal wit me (wit me) |
Cashville, Tenn-A-Key, I brought a mill wit me |
(Verse 2: Yo Gotti) |
Don’t get this shit confused (fused) we was neva cool (cool) |
You throwin up the North (north) but I dont know you (nope) |
I’m fuckin plenty bitches (bitches) sippin plenty crisses (crisses) |
You frowin up like a nigga don’t supposed too |
I’m mobbin wit my tools (tools) don’t make me act a fool (fool) |
But I’m a have to if ya homies can’t control you (yup) |
You steppin on my shoes (shoes) breakin all the rules (rules) |
Can ya fight? |
Why them niggas gotta hold you? |
You talk a good game (game) but I don’t wanna play (play) |
I ain’t gone let ya pause (pause) you ain’t gone get away (nope) |
I’ll leave ya layin flat (flat) I’ll leave ya people cryin (cryin) |
You blamed it on yo high (why) cause you got flat-lined (yup) |
I’m Yo Gotti cause (cuz) fuck who you thought I was (was) |
I really shot them choppers (choppers) I really sold them drugs (drugs) |
I really mess wit Star (star) we really bought the bar (bar) |
We really on that goose and we don’t really fuck wit y’all |
(Verse 3: All Star) |
Aye yo I’m Cashville’s Prince but you can call me Mr. Star |
And ya gotta forgive me if I don’t know who you niggas are |
I’m not just stuntin the vodka done it |
This how a alcoholic act when he got lots of money (holla) |
I started drinkin at the age of 12, in the club hollerin I’m rich like I’m Dave |
Chappelle |
Aye yo I got them straps and I’ll aim it at a nigga |
We’ll knock a motherfucker out and then blame it on the liquor |
All Star I’m in my 2−3 zone, I got a pistol in the car that’s about 2 feet long |
Pockets fat as fuck yea that’s what’s up |
Yo niggas don’t work for Exxon so why you let em' gas you up? |
I’m a ball out until my casket’s shut |
Say bruh do me a favor, stop harassin us and |
Go that a way! |
I told you niggas |
Man I’m on that grey goose and I don’t know you nigga |