Najee The 1 - Yeerh lyrics

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Ay yo Najee!

Tell’em bout them blocks, tell’em bout them green

Ones that never got a shot

Tell’em bout them motherfuckers cops to watch

I caved in move rock

Ay yo Najee!

Tell’em bout them blocks, tell’em bout them green

Ones that never got a shot

Tell’em bout them motherfuckers cops to watch

I got it!

I caved in move rock

Yeah, El Uno, brother known as El Sucio

Mami no, papi hoes menudo

The heights they chop bricks like Judo

Cops with ac connect we watching Telemundo

At fist I was an innocent kid

Played games, eat candy innocent shit

But ski says we reminiscing this shit

Let me take’em to the days I was missing every dish

I could swear that God was missing every wish

I’ve been home alone since the six

I knew family through sitcoms and flicks

Oh shit dog, is sick

But to my motherfuckers that’s feeling the same

They love the fact that I speak on they pain

Like you I ain’t known pop first name

From the block is where I got my game

Ay yo Najee!

Tell’em bout them blocks, tell’em bout them green

Ones that never got a shot

Tell’em bout them motherfuckers cops to watch

I caved in move rock

Ay yo Najee!

Tell’em bout them blocks, tell’em bout them green

Ones that never got a shot

Tell’em bout them motherfuckers cops to watch

I got it!

I caved in move rock

I gotta fuck your attitude

Start as a little dude on the avenues

They surprised I ain’t got no tattoos

But to tell the truth my brain’s tattooed

Seeing packs move

Gas oozing to a nigger’s skull

A retaliation like y’all are we back soon?

Full moon and all black bulls

Car jacked kids napping all sorts of boom

Whatever vice you use

Whether the dutcy or that shit on the spoon

You could get it form my dudes

Got the block twisted, Rubik’s cube

Yeah they kinda risk it, nothing to lose

Nothing to lose, look at me

Nigger look at me, I don’t even watch TV

But I’m all MTV

Fresh off the streets, still smell the aroma

Gun powder cologne in my one