lirik lagu yeah you right – lil chuckee
(intro)
ain’t n-gg- round me trip
hey, n-gg-, on that lick
(hook)
chuck! (whas that?)
do you know? (know what?)
you cold, boy, you f-ckin’ cold
and i say “yeah, you right” x4
(verse)
heard you lil’ dis’, wacha wanna do?
i got this back up on my hip
take me on the set, ain’t got no chow like on this b-tch
(whateva) we can go fo’ it if you ready
(go go go go) my yung n-gg-s, they wallet crazy
whacha wanna do-do, f-ck up a b-tch hairdo
my goonies fashion, no shampoo
eatin’ no camp food, and i call my lips vacuum
new money make me act rude
that’s bullsh-t, man! i got the pis’
them p-ssy ova there, i pack the d-ck
shake a n-gg- head, nah-ah, don’t want the fist
drill on yo face, give a f-ck what’s on yo wrist
keep rollin’, pattin’ my moves
it’s pokin’, if it’s fast fo’ you (smoke that!)
still with when i say down to truth
sooner i let you ? touch that dude
pig taxin’, pokin’, pokin’, picked out, chokin’, chokin’
i’m runnin’ the game, i’m givin’ it brain
gettin’ the hang, the yung boy, full of that pain
and they say
(hook)
chuck! (whas that?)
do you know? (know what?)
you cold, boy, you f-ckin’ cold
and i say “yeah, you right” x4
(verse)
heard you lil’ dis’, how you wanna do it?
i got this back up on my hip
no safety on this piece, i got no chow-lock on this b-tch
you heard what i say now
we can take it outside if yo feelin’s in the wind, nah
(whacha want?) o.k.
i remember when i used to dream bout this
remember when i used to tell fame bout this
and i got all this ice on my hip
so many hoes wanna give me a kiss
every n-gg- on the block slangin’ his wrist
my bad if i got n-gg-s bangin’ to this
f-ck it, ain’t shame in this sh-t
might have your main girl’s thang on my tip
in the booth, pocket validation
a wild child that’s emanc-p-ted
smokin’ this sh-t with the candle lated
never front in the crunch, well educated
elevated for that meditation, hold up!
i’m movin’ all up, good times
round t.v. show, smokin’ good time with some good wine
you should know i’mma get mine
with that mike in my face, how the h-ll can i sit down?
carve these hoes with the oj, tink-top, then i throw away
i know sh-t changin’, start agin’
godd-mn, man, really miss the old me
and with another b-tch ? all my ?
speed dial, you gon’ need yo doctor
chop molly a rasta, momba clock
hold up, motherf-cka, won’t you throw that -ss back?
hold up, one b
hold up, motherf-cka, lemme goynk, get that gat
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