Paroles de Yeah you right

Lil Chuckee

pochette album Yeah you right
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(intro)
Ain't a nigga round me trippin
Erry' nigga on that liquor

(hook)
They say chuck! (whas happening?)
You know? (know what?)
You cold, boy you fuckin' cold
And i say "yeah, you right" x4

Heard you lil' diss, wacha wanna do?
I got this glock up on my hip
No safety on the set, ain't got no child lock on this bitch
We can go fo' it if you ready
(go go go go) my yung niggas, they wild and crazy

(verse)
Whacha wanna do-do, fuck up a bitch hairdo
My goonies fresh, no shampoo
Ain't eatin' no camp food, and i call her lips vacuum
New money make me act rude
That's bullshit, man! i got the piss
Them pussy ova there, i pack the dick
Shake a nigga hand, nah-ah, don't want the fist
You real or you fake, give a fuck what's on yo wrist
Keep rollin', pattin' my moves
It's potent, and it's passed to you (smoke that!)
Still say it but they hatin' on the truth
Later on then you find out chuck's that dude
Pig taxin', pokin', pokin', big dogs, 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 fuckin' cold
And i say "yeah, you right" x4

Heard you lil' diss, how you wanna do it?
I got this glock up on my hip
No safety on the set, ain't got no child lock on this bitch
You heard what i say now
We can take it outside if your feelin's in the way nah
(whacha want?) o.k.

(verse)
Remember when i used to dream bout this
Remember when i used to tell fame bout this
Now i got all this ice on my wrist
So many hoes wanna give me a kiss
Every nigga on the block slangin' his wrist
My bad if i got niggas bangin' to this
Fuck it, i ain't ashamed of this shit
Might have your main girl sing on my tip
In the booth, pocket validation
A wild child that's emancipated
Smokin' this shit with the candle lated
Never front in the crunch, well educated
Elevated for that meditation, hold up!
I'm movin' up, good times
Round t.v. show, smokin' good time with some good wine
You should know i'mma get mine
Got that mic in my face, how the hell can i sit down?
Carve these hoes with the oj, tink-top, then i throw away
I know shit changin', start agin'
Goddamn, man, really miss the old me
I want another bitch if i ain't got her
Oh my bad look mizz he got her
Speed dial, you gon' need yo doctor
Chuck marley the rasta! bumba clat
Hold up, motherfucka, won't you throw that ass back?
Hold up, say they want beef?
Hold up, motherfucka, lemme go head get that gat
Cape verdean bitch sit right on my lap
I might just take her ass back to the trap

Heard you lil' diss, how you wanna do it?
I got this glock up on my hip
No safety on the set, ain't got no child lock on this bitch
You heard what i say now
We can take it outside if your feelin's in the way nah

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