Don Cheegro - H.H.E.H. lyrics

Ay Lo, run to the fridge and pop that other bottle of Cris' homey I'm off the weed but I'm back on my juice n***a Pour me up an ounce and a couple of th epurps [Beanie Sigel] As I skate through the city in that black cuatro You fake Willies frontin like you got dough until I prove 'em it's not so I shine like a brand new penny from that Franklin Mint That black Masi', it don't make no cents/sense But to drive and make dollars, your pockets flat like tires Your money still ALL SLOW like new drivers I pop more than the collar You n***as poppin cheap-a** bottles of Moet That bullsh** Chandon, that little chick on your arm be long gone When she recognize a real don I'm in the club in the cut sippin on aged grapes Laughin at them brolic car thieves, in their slim-a** jeans and Bath' Apes Lookin half gay, halfway out of the closet You don't believe me, n***a ask Sway What the f** is that? You n***as need to be slapped Whoever co-signed bein a s**er wasn't stacked HHEH! {*echoes*} HHEH! {*echoes*} [Beanie Sigel] Uhh, sit back, relax, let's rap for taste Track 10 from the fits, peep my old head face You see if real n***as respect it, the squares gon' rep it I'm guessin, that's why this bullsh** keep progressin But I ain't stressin, n***a cla** in session I'm here to teach you a lesson like KRS'n "Criminal, Minded, you've been blinded" Lookin for a n***a like Sig', you won't find it I'm a dinosaur~! You n***as more like What I look for in a who*e, heh, PUSSY! Nuttin more, nuttin less, I'm nuttin to second guess I'm him, point blank period, the end When I'm long gone, they gon' dig up my bones And study my poems and learn I was MORE than the gun in the song Even though I spit a gat Quicker than I spit a rap, now go 'head sonny, run along HHEH! {*echoes*} HHEH! {*echoes*} [Beanie Sigel] Now when that sizzurp in my system, ain't no tellin Will I bust that four-fifth and, catch another felon' I'm a thug by blood, not just off d** Even though I love, that purple mug UHH, drunk off syrup, perks and zaneesSpit a word make a bird lose her skirt and her panties (and them panties) I know it's been a while, since I left a stain on your brain Gave you some game that you can gain from I'm here to end it now Break the cycle of that bullsh** same ol' same, that these lames run It's a shame it's they names where they came from These n***as fly-by-nights, they couldn't fly my kite Tie my shoes, lace my boots They money run short, they couldn't chase my loot Paper small like Coupes, I'm that Sport sittin bu*ter soft He nothin but a boss - who? Me - Sig', but of course HHEH! {*echoes*} HHEH! {*echoes*}