YOUNG JEEZY - Put On (Remix) lyrics

rate me

Rest in peace homie, lil Mike let's go...

Chea chea chea chea (ayyy)

I put on (we clear, Sept 2nd homie)

I put on (yea, the recession on the way)

Ayy youngg (yaaa)The recession on the way, hey but on anotha note

Lotta soundin like young, tell em register to quote (ha ha)

See I rolled them back to back like I'm registered to smoke (Daaamn)

Yea I got it on me now but I ain't registered to tote (Let's Goooo)

I put on for my city and I bought a blue 'Ghini

Goddam u just missed me (yeaaa)

Shoulda saw me, shoulda seen me (damm)

Do me favor, see them haters, tell em

Picture me rollin

Same time, watch them feds take the pick on me rollin'

Got a phone call from

Sold 3 mill like us, goddam I put em on (ha ha)

I put on for my city yea

Billboards err'where

See me 'fore your flight land

See me 'fore your bag claim

Re-up in my city man

U better check your bags man

Shouts-out to the east side

Yea they play them bad games

Shouts-out boys will fly to your home

Yea they play them tag games

Can't forget that west side

Yea they play them mags games

How u forget the north side

Don't know I stay high as hell

87s tickets too

Ya'll know I stay fly as hell (ha ha)

I put on for my city yea

Way before the contracts

Trap-star, step back

Might get u a contact

Rap-star, no strap, might just get your chain snatched

Call young brain stacks

Might just get your chains back

Call my name in the courtroom

Put me on blast

Still shinin on they ass

Yea it's mr birthday bash

Ay guru, put a lil T-Pain on my xxxx too

You Know what I mean?

Uhhh, I Put Onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn (Oh, you 'bout to put on Hov'?)

G-Mix

I don't need no T-Pain

I got this one

YesssI put Marcie on the map

I put Brooklyn on my back

I put Fat back on the charts

I put Biggie in my in my rap

I put Nas with Def Jam

I let Diddy do my tracks

I put on for my city, that's a motha xxxxxx fact

I put Mike Jack on stages

Summer Jam Billie Jean

I put Prodigy in his place on that summer jam screen

I put green in my truck

Told them leave them streets alone

I predicted jail would happen, xxxx I tried to put 'em on

All these niggas takin credit for the work that I put in

If you really put me on, put yo'self on in

I put NAS on that Hooptie

I put hours in that kitchen

Put that on my tip

Mama, this is fact not fiction

Feds was trying to build a case

I was heading for conviction

Till the greatest flow in the world

Put me in television

I put on for my city so

When I'm dead and gone

I got one last wish

Put my Yankee hat on