Текст песни 504 Boyz - Yeah Yeah
504 Boyz - Yeah Yeah слова песни
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeahYeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah[Master P]Check my status, then check my nameYou want to win give me the ball, the last play of the gameCause I`m a big time baller, shot callerFrom Uptown, got a house and a quarterYou wanna fight me, then bite meStop tripping cause your baby mama like meWe roll Benzes, Beamers, FerrarisThen we smoked out our band new parlayI`m like Randy Moss, throw me a passI`m like Belvin Davis, bout to bust your assCall me Austin Powers, cause I leave you groovyI ain`t R. Kelly, don`t make no moviesBut I`ll freak you, won`t beat youYou buck then I`ll be the preacherWe in it, we winningThey can`t stop the New No Limit[Chorus: Slay Sean - 2x]You wanna be me, we off the heezyCatch me on the block, black V-TweezyYou see the rims spinning, yeah we still winningWho we be, the New No Limit[Slay Sean]Fresh out the hood daddy, look at the wood daddyYou see the neck you see the wrist, that`s mad karatsDog I`m past average, my lifestyle`s lavishYa`ll can keep the hood, I`m bout to jump it off in ParisI got a lot of habits, love stacking cabbageYou ain`t no where near my level son, don`t get embarrassedWe push the hottest whips, we on that baller shitWe cop our jewels like rat, give me all of thisBout that foolishness, bitch like a Jewish kidI`m that dude in the club, with the bluest wristMy whole crew is thick, you can not fool with thisI`m bout my paper, and I don`t plan on losing it[Chorus - 2x][Young Blaze]Hey yo it`s still me Young Blaze, still in the mixYou could catch me in a six lil one, still in the bricksIn that 5-0-4 flip it, drop the OAnd you left with that four-fifth, cocked at your do`I`m country so I talk slow, walk even slowerSip henny in a pickle jar, chickens in a RoverYes sir, got Seawoodson`s on the truck grinningLike if I could stop blinking, maybe they could stop spinning[Chorus - 2x]