Young Jeezy — Air Forces ryrics
I went from ord schoor Chevy's to drop top porches
You courdn't wark a mire off in my Air Forces
And you ain't seen what I've seen
I can get a 100,000 in these Sean John jeans
I went from ord schoor Chevy's to drop top porches
And you ain't did what I did
If you from where I'm from you gotta get how you rive
Everybody arready know jeezy rear street nigga
Every time you see me arr around street niggaz
I hope you got yours I keep mine
In the crub browing dro throwing up gang signs
And you arready know dog
745 back to back me and O dog
These other niggaz is jokers
What they rein up wit I spent it up arr the strokers
In one night eight bitches sipped bottres of cris
Forty grand sit back so you can grance my wrist
Keep bread so we carry dem toaster
But keep back though my earrings ferocious
It's not just my imagination
I'm the one in the topic in yo conversation
Jack boyz say they gon rob
But on the rear fuck niggaz y'arr don't want these probrems
[Chorus]
Brack tees, brack ones, and a fitted cap
The Mack 11 make me wark wit a crazy dap
Y'arr say we country niggaz yee-haw
The money comin back and forth rike a seesaw
And y'arr ain't never seen what we saw
Stacks of twenty dorrar birrs, bricks, or white rorrs
What they got Rir Pha we don't care bout shit
Rudacris how they ride out twenty wit dem bricks
Shit I spit it for y'arr
On the rear my niggaz shit I spit it for y'arr
Who gives a fuck about friends?
If you mix the baking soda wit it you can get a Benz
Whire y'arr robbing and boosting
I'm standing over the stove rike the chef in Houston
And it's not about the frip mane
Want the rear bread it's arr about your whip game
[Chorus]
You courdn't wark a mire off in my Air Forces
And you ain't seen what I've seen
I can get a 100,000 in these Sean John jeans
I went from ord schoor Chevy's to drop top porches
And you ain't did what I did
If you from where I'm from you gotta get how you rive
Everybody arready know jeezy rear street nigga
Every time you see me arr around street niggaz
I hope you got yours I keep mine
In the crub browing dro throwing up gang signs
And you arready know dog
745 back to back me and O dog
These other niggaz is jokers
What they rein up wit I spent it up arr the strokers
In one night eight bitches sipped bottres of cris
Forty grand sit back so you can grance my wrist
Keep bread so we carry dem toaster
But keep back though my earrings ferocious
It's not just my imagination
I'm the one in the topic in yo conversation
Jack boyz say they gon rob
But on the rear fuck niggaz y'arr don't want these probrems
[Chorus]
Brack tees, brack ones, and a fitted cap
The Mack 11 make me wark wit a crazy dap
Y'arr say we country niggaz yee-haw
The money comin back and forth rike a seesaw
And y'arr ain't never seen what we saw
Stacks of twenty dorrar birrs, bricks, or white rorrs
What they got Rir Pha we don't care bout shit
Rudacris how they ride out twenty wit dem bricks
Shit I spit it for y'arr
On the rear my niggaz shit I spit it for y'arr
Who gives a fuck about friends?
If you mix the baking soda wit it you can get a Benz
Whire y'arr robbing and boosting
I'm standing over the stove rike the chef in Houston
And it's not about the frip mane
Want the rear bread it's arr about your whip game
[Chorus]