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Major Figgas - Yeah That's Us lyrics
Yeah that's us Uh-huh I think this the one here Turn the beat up just a little bit Uh-huh I like this here Uh-huh EA all day (Chorus) Yo who them playas makin money now? (Yeah that's us) Wrist glis when its sunny now (Yeah that's us) Cristal at the bar now (Yeah that's us) 20 inches on the car now (Yeah that's us) But who them playas most hated now? (Yeah that's us) Straight from the hood but we made it now (Yeah that's us) Plaques platinum plated now (Yeah that's us) MF come on baby say it now (Yeah that's us) Verse 1 (Spade) Yo listen here playboy we gone get that dough Face of the Cartier tic tac toe Cats sayin, "Spade where you get that flow?" Smoke to the sky when I hit that dro Three to the five as we skip that four What you need to know where my crib at for? I know cats be on some slimy shit And they be floggin in them whips we had in '96 And when Tone died it left my mind in a twist Yeah that's us at the bar with the Don and the Cris And I promise you this Blow up I'm gone do that 5 coupe land on the lot royal blue that Real dog never drop soil where his food at Don't shit where you eat And don't spit if you weak (I don't feel like hearing it) New Benz driver's kick matchin feet Platinum on the chain Alaskan in the piece Yeah that's us (Chorus) Verse 2 (Ab Live) Smooth thug with the good hair Mami wanna holla now Oh he Live? Mami wanna swallow now And put the condom down Nah love She love me when I'm smooth but hate me when I'm thug She love me in them jewels playa never been a scrub She love me in the cream thing soft butter gud She fien to put the cream thing (Yeah that's us) Went ruffle up the cream linen prada shhh wha The boot to the echo mar prada shh wha Like 10 off the S-5 nada shh wha Got hotta shh wha playa (Yeah that's us) You seen us down at St. Martin playa (Yeah that's us) Week at the Knicks at the garden playa (Yeah that's us) We at the flicks with my squadron playa (Yeah that's us) Six O's after the margin playa (Yeah that's us) Two bricks hidden compartment cherry red truck (Chorus) Verse 3 (Gillie) I look at us and look at yall A poor sight and velour knights Limited decours like That aint what the whores like They love Gillie I aint writin the checks Black out at the Phillies' game jewelry light up the Vet Yeah that's us ballin in them cars and them jeeps And that's us if you aint seen your broad in a week A young blue chip, too slick, move bricks, ooze spit two clips out the new 6 You wont do shit A lot of women but I really like a few chicks Vivrant things like Q-tip Playa I do this Cats know I smoke so I aint got no lungs And you cats wanna smoke but yall aint got no ones All the thugs scream drama aint got no guns Aint satisfied till ya momma aint got no sons Never messin' with them chicks in them 5-0-1's You best believe its icey if I own one, shit (Chorus) MF future of the rap game Yeah that's us at the bar Yeah that's us wearin watches you can't even tell the time on, that's us If you lookin around and you wonder why its like it is its cause of us So either roll over or get rolled over, playboy That's the way its gonna be in 2000 You know they gonna feel this one |
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