Oh Yeah Lyrics
- Genre:R&B
- Year of Release:2001
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[ti:03) Oh Yeah]
Why Yoooooooo Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo Why yagga ya yo
Why Yoooooooo Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo Why yagga ya yo (yagga yo)
I'm the most critically acclaimed rap bitch in the game
Coast to coast stash the gat in holster girl
Dark skinned Christian Dior poster girl
I'm a rocking Timbs bitch and the Gucci loafers girl
Niggas say I'm too pretty to spit rhymes this gritty
Fuck y'all thought Be dancing around in suits like I'm {Diddy}
Pretty show niggas how we run this city
Respect my name Boogie nigga stay in ya lane
Like The Hurricane rains on bitches like Sugar Shane
And dare one of y'all rapping chicks to mention Fox name
What's Beef Beef is when bitches think it's sweet
See y'all fronting in the streets and let my gat meet ya
Why Yoooooooo Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo Why yagga ya yo
Why Yoooooooo Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo Why yagga ya yo (yagga yo)
Check uhh
It's like I'm in my own fucking world I speak how I feel
Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fucking real
I love to stack riches no disrespect y'all
I respect the rap game but I don't fuck with rap bitches
I'm speaking from my heart
It's not that I'm too good I'm just hood
Been like this from the fucking start
Since I bust my gun in ninety six
Y'all never see me flick up with them fake ass chicks
Bitches smile up in your face turn around and pop shit
You a industry bitch I'm a in the streets bitch
I might breeze through Prada Chloe or Tiffs
But other than that it's just me and my six
Why Yoooooooo Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo Why yagga ya yo
Why Yoooooooo Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo Why yagga ya yo (yagga yo)
I dream filthy
My moms and pops mixed it with the Trini’ rum and whiskey
Uhh proper set off
Six sped off gats let off I speak calm
Gangsta and pose off like Screechie Dan bwoy
Who y'all know rock Prada like Fox
Pop bottles in the back of the cellar with Donatella
Cartier wrist wear Pasha Kay face
Got niggas stand in line just to get a sneak taste
Act like y'all don't know I keeps gat beneath waist
And like a hundred thou' each crib in each safe
When Fox come through she ah go dun di place
I'm like Marion Jones what who the fluck wan' race
Listen never tripping never catch Brown slipping
Fuck y'all only nice around mics like Pippen
Shit to all my thugs that's Blood'n or Crip'n
I'm still shitting still low riding and switch hitting nigga
Why Yoooooooo Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo Why yagga ya yo
Why Yoooooooo Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo Why yagga ya yo (yagga yo)
Why Yoooooooo Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo Why yagga ya yo
Why Yoooooooo Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo Why yagga ya yo (yagga yo)
Yeah oh yea
