Lil Chuckee - Yeah You Right lyrics
rate me(Intro)
Ain't nigga round me trip
Hey, nigga, on that lick
(Hook)
Chuck! (Whas that?)
Do you know? (Know what?)
You cold, boy, you fuckin' cold
And I say "yeah, you right" x4
(Verse)
Heard you lil' dis', wacha wanna do?
I got this back up on my hip
Take me on the set, ain't got no chow like on this bitch
(Whateva) We can go fo' it if you ready
(Go go go go) My yung niggas, they wallet crazy
Whacha wanna do-do, fuck up a bitch hairdo
My goonies fashion, no shampoo
Eatin' no camp food, and I call my lips vacuum
New money make me act rude
That's bullshit, man! I got the pis'
Them pussy ova there, I pack the dick
Shake a nigga head, nah-ah, don't want the fist
Drill on yo face, give a fuck what's on yo wrist
Keep rollin', pattin' my moves
It's pokin', if it's fast fo' you (smoke that!)
Still with when I say down to truth
Sooner I let you ? touch that dude
Pig taxin', pokin', pokin', picked out, chokin', chokin'
I'm runnin' the game, I'm givin' it brain
Gettin' the hang, the yung boy, full of that pain
And they say
(Hook)
Chuck! (Whas that?)
Do you know? (Know what?)
You cold, boy, you fuckin' cold
And I say "yeah, you right" x4
(Verse)
Heard you lil' dis', how you wanna do it?
I got this back up on my hip
No safety on this piece, I got no chow-lock on this bitch
You heard what I say now
We can take it outside if yo feelin's in the wind, nah
(Whacha want?) O.k.
I remember when I used to dream bout this
Remember when I used to tell fame bout this
And I got all this ice on my hip
So many hoes wanna give me a kiss
Every nigga on the block slangin' his wrist
My bad if I got niggas bangin' to this
Fuck it, ain't shame in this shit
Might have your main girl's thang on my tip
In the booth, pocket validation
A wild child that's emancipated
Smokin' this shit with the candle lated
Never front in the crunch, well educated
Elevated for that meditation, hold up!
I'm movin' all up, good times
Round T.V. show, smokin' good time with some good wine
You should know I'mma get mine
With that mike in my face, how the hell can I sit down?
Carve these hoes with the OJ, tink-top, then I throw away
I know shit changin', start agin'
Goddamn, man, really miss the old me
And with another bitch ? all my ?
Speed dial, you gon' need yo doctor
Chop molly a rasta, momba clock
Hold up, motherfucka, won't you throw that ass back?
Hold up, one B
Hold up, motherfucka, lemme goynk, get that gat
