Young Jeezy

Young Jeezy - J.e.e.z.y. lyrics

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[Jeezy: talking]

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood

All's well that ends well

Outside watering their lawn and shit

Birds are chirping, dogs are barking

It's beautiful

That may be your hood but this is my hood...



[Verse 1:]

Got the red dogs trippin' and these niggaz still snitchin

The old lady across the street still bitchin

It's 3 in the mornin take your old ass to sleep

The third time she's called the police this week

Lookin' at my Franck Muller, it's about that time

Your folks just left so I'm on my grind

Said you wanna two-fifty cause you need that nine

I want that bread but I don't need that dime

Charger fresh out the shop with that suicide doors

Swear I died and came back alive

With 22 inches all under the frame

Keep my pocket full of bread, you niggaz know the name



[Chorus:]

Jeezy like to drink

Jeezy like to smoke

Jeezy like to mix arm and hammer with his coke

Jeezy at the trap

Jeezy like to grind

Jeezy bout his paper

Cuz Jeezy like to shine



[Verse 2:]

Sold those squares yeah I cooked them o's

Guilty as charged yeah I rock them shows

I can't even lie yeah i fucked them hoes

Trapped all day spent it all on clothes

Shop all day till the mall is clothed

Come back to the trap get my pockets swoll

Fruitopia, smoke blueberry

Mix it with the purp, we call it cranberry

The Bin Laden clips yeah they came with the chopper

Got a slick mouth I hope you came with a doctor

The boy stacks cheese like it came with the whopper

Stay fly like I came in a chopper



[Chorus]



[Verse 3:]

Ain't shit shakin but the leaves in the trees

Between me and you I got a deal on the ki's

Six in one run, laid a mil on the trees

Hit the broad every night, keep a plug on the white

Mr. 17-5, you niggaz know the name

Why y'all playin y'all know it ain't a game

This is me motherfucker, why would I ever change

120 carats, you niggaz see the chain

I'm a bathing ape fanatic

Red monkey junkie

Glass pots on the stove got the kitchen smellin funky

Sold a million records but I still flip them blocks

On the TV every day but I'm still pop them glocks



[Chorus]


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