Hell Yeah (feat. Slim Dunkin)

歌詞

A thousand bags of that mid shit, hell yeah This that shit that get yo kids rich, hell yeah Hundred bags of that kush shit, hell yeah This that President Bush shit, hell yeah A thousand bags of that mid shit, hell yeah This that shit that get yo kids rich, hell yeah Hundred bags of that kush shit, hell yeah This that President Bush shit, hell yeah This that arm on my kush shit My girlfriend think she President Bush, bitch, hell yeah And I'm gon' off that lean shit My brotha Duke keep on sendin' me that green shit Fuck jail, Gucci time and I'm hood rich I'm in that zone 6 and I throw it like the first pitch My yellow 'Rari in the front and I parked it A black chick in some heels, match the carpet I'm pullin' up to the club like I own it Ain't with that bullshit, Gucci don't condone it My tolerance get low with the flexin' I woke up, bought my main chick a Lexus A thousand bags of that mid shit, hell yeah This that shit that get yo kids rich, hell yeah Hundred bags of that kush shit, hell yeah This that President Bush shit, hell yeah A thousand bags of that mid shit, hell yeah This that shit that get yo kids rich, hell yeah Hundred bags of that kush shit, hell yeah This that President Bush shit, hell yeah I be the Brick Squad youngin', stankin' like a funyan All these otha rap niggas toed like a Bunyan I'm B-S and you B-S but I'm Brick Squad and you bullshit Pistol like a Chaperon, we goin' on a school trip Places that you never seen blowin' on that stupid green Rollin' on a stupid beam, hit the scene in Limousine Codine, promthzine, diamonds I'm my pinky ring Nigga, what the fuck you mean? Brick Squad dream team I got money to blow, naw, I ain't drizzy Money make the world go round, that's why I'm dizzy Standin' behind Gucci flock, they like, "Who is it?" Slim dunkin' in this mothafuck, cut the chicken A thousand bags of that mid shit, hell yeah This that shit that get yo kids rich, hell yeah Hundred bags of that kush shit, hell yeah This that President Bush shit, hell yeah A thousand bags of that mid shit, hell yeah This that shit that get yo kids rich, hell yeah Hundred bags of that kush shit, hell yeah This that President Bush Shit, hell yeah It's big Gucci, excuse me while I ball Until my release, my nigga, no lights out, lights out Creep on in silence, why do I pull more violence? We're non-violent While my tatoos smilin' to remind me Of the time they robbed me with no problems Now my problems solved and they rovolvin' around All these [Incomprehensible] Stretch from here to Compton, to Bouldacrest [Incomprehensible] That's somethin' to those who have nothin' No bluffin', Brick Squad no, cuffin' A thousand bags of that mid shit, hell yeah This that shit that get yo kids rich, hell yeah Hundred bags of that kush shit, hell yeah This that President Bush shit, hell yeah A thousand bags of that mid shit, hell yeah This that shit that get yo kids rich, hell yeah Hundred bags of that kush shit, hell yeah This that President Bush shit, hell yeah