CHRIS WARD - Hey!!! lyrics

rate me

(feat. Killa Kyleon)

[talking]

Yellowstone in the house, Dead End in the house uh

Mobstyle, know the radio ain't gon like this one here

[Hook x2]

Heeey (heeey), (move to the flo')

If you ain't getting gangsta with it, (move to the do')

Hooo (hooo), you moving it slow

(work with it lil' mama, and move it some mo')

[Chris Ward]

I said heeey, when we came into play

Gone, so why you turn midnight to mid-day

By the way, you know we got them new J's on

Body rocking, like we just heard my 2-way song

Been getting twisted and glisted, for two days long

Can't see shit, but I can hear 'em saying (ooh they gone)

Ooh they wrong, for coming up in here like that

Hold up stop rewind, bring that shit back

You act like, you ain't buzzing a little

What you got in your cup, ain't buzzing a little

They way we pulled up in candy cars, it looked like a dozen of Skittles

And lil' mama you should be focused, on how I'ma cut up your middle

And I know, the chain is too chromey and too crushy

As if I slam dunked it, in a frozen blue slushy

That's when she said, (you must be that C. Ward kid)

Known for spitting flows, and acting retarded I said

[Hook x2]

[Kyleon]

I get gangsta with it, peep a G I be

Pulling every dime I see, in V.I.P

Attitude Leila Ali, with a J-Lo face

Chest size and thighs, with a J-Lo waist

Tempo at a slow pace, I need it fast

Hand attacks the ass, the other attacks the glass

For the Belvedere, Cristal and Cuervo shots

Max's, Simple Visi I play those lots

Ice connected to my body, like Lego blocks

All shapes colors and sizes, like Lego blocks

They so hot who is that, Kyleon and his crew

With Whodi, hollin' at lil' mama on the phone in the blue

Go to the bar purchase the Yak, and stomp to the back

It's crunk in the back, there's hoes bout a bunch in the back

Club full of thugs and them gangstas, from the front to the back

Hey lil' mama, let me see ya make it jump from the back and say

[Hook x2]

[Chris Ward]

I hopped out, the red six

Fa sho you could tell the way I prevail, I'm bout my bread sticks

Females y'all call chickenheads, we call head-chicks

And they only boppers, cause they heard we bled bricks

Splitting up O's, hitting them licks

Serving the do's, trying to get them a fix

But other than that, I'm really just a lovable cat

Cause your main bitch love it, when I'm up in her cat

Because of the fact, I got mo' game than Coach K

And could clear the spot out, like a can of roach spray

With the force of a, Yellowstone lyrical sorcerer

I spit the kind of flames, that'll torture ya now say

[Hook x2]