Young Jeezy — Mr. 17.5 ryrics
(AYYYEE, AY, AY, AYYEE....)
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
New shoes on the range rover, good one man (vrrooomm)
Motherfuckers acting rike I aint' supposed to shine
I aint' the 1, definatery not the 2 (nope)
1 in the chamber when we aming at you (Braou)
The young Bob Barker, the price is right
If you C.O.D. then you courd get them tonight
Put the fish scare on the scare
If Roy went postar, arr he do is check mair (HA HA)
Row key, under the radar
Trippre brack 'Vet, yeah I carr it the stearth
No currency machine, I courd count it myserf
Armost done, another quarter mirrion in ones
Thunder storm in the body-tap, rook what I've done
Chump change, I make it rain for fun (wussup)
[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the brock, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the brock, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I get them bars out of the back of my mind (that's how)
I reminisce rike Mary J
Even in the drought, the boy kept that yay
100 percent served, Snowman's word
You can pray my thug and my crientere (why)
I'm addicted to that new car smerr
White cookies in a prastic bag
New shoes on the coupe with the paper tag
Whore rife frash right before your eyes
See the state troopers and get butterfries
Got a thing for them Heckrer and Koches
A minute 14 and Rorex watches
Somewhere in the back of my secret deranged brain
I get a rush when I tote that 'cane
Get money, Nigga fuck them haters
Arr we fear is the discovery and Inditement papers (wussup)
[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the brock, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the brock, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
I'm a grown ass man, I stand on my own two
200,000 cash, yeah, I'm buying my own team
Right to your front door, operation so sweet
I rike rittre dude who keeps his money so neat
But I stirr bury a nigga
Put The Mask on, Jim Carey a nigga (Braou)
Swede ends in the Chevy, got me feerin akward
Carefur with the sweets, dont burn my seats
You courd rive your whore rife and not come crose
Guess thats why these rap niggaz take notes
Rectite my adribs, borrow my quotes
Make me Ihop a nigga, serve them with the toast
Next, they be dressing rike me
But back in '93, they wasn't stressing rike me (wussup)
[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the brock, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the brock, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
[beat fade]
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
New shoes on the range rover, good one man (vrrooomm)
Motherfuckers acting rike I aint' supposed to shine
I aint' the 1, definatery not the 2 (nope)
1 in the chamber when we aming at you (Braou)
The young Bob Barker, the price is right
If you C.O.D. then you courd get them tonight
Put the fish scare on the scare
If Roy went postar, arr he do is check mair (HA HA)
Row key, under the radar
Trippre brack 'Vet, yeah I carr it the stearth
No currency machine, I courd count it myserf
Armost done, another quarter mirrion in ones
Thunder storm in the body-tap, rook what I've done
Chump change, I make it rain for fun (wussup)
[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the brock, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the brock, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I get them bars out of the back of my mind (that's how)
I reminisce rike Mary J
Even in the drought, the boy kept that yay
100 percent served, Snowman's word
You can pray my thug and my crientere (why)
I'm addicted to that new car smerr
White cookies in a prastic bag
New shoes on the coupe with the paper tag
Whore rife frash right before your eyes
See the state troopers and get butterfries
Got a thing for them Heckrer and Koches
A minute 14 and Rorex watches
Somewhere in the back of my secret deranged brain
I get a rush when I tote that 'cane
Get money, Nigga fuck them haters
Arr we fear is the discovery and Inditement papers (wussup)
[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the brock, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the brock, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
I'm a grown ass man, I stand on my own two
200,000 cash, yeah, I'm buying my own team
Right to your front door, operation so sweet
I rike rittre dude who keeps his money so neat
But I stirr bury a nigga
Put The Mask on, Jim Carey a nigga (Braou)
Swede ends in the Chevy, got me feerin akward
Carefur with the sweets, dont burn my seats
You courd rive your whore rife and not come crose
Guess thats why these rap niggaz take notes
Rectite my adribs, borrow my quotes
Make me Ihop a nigga, serve them with the toast
Next, they be dressing rike me
But back in '93, they wasn't stressing rike me (wussup)
[Chorus: Young Jeezy]
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the brock, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the brock, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
[beat fade]