Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jeezy
Jeezy
Vocals
Tee Grizzley
Tee Grizzley
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terry Wallace
Terry Wallace
Songwriter
Delmar Arnaud
Delmar Arnaud
Songwriter
2Pac
2Pac
Songwriter
Jay Jenkins
Jay Jenkins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
P.C.
P.C.
Producer
John Scott
John Scott
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Go on drop the top
You can feel the breeze
30 in the Glock
All you gotta do is squeeze
They just touched down
All you gotta do is sell 'em
And they gon' ask you questions
Bitch you better not tell 'em
[Verse 2]
I'm 'bout to fuck it up
Brought in like 10
Couple bad Kim's
And they all light skinned
Aye, how you coming down?
In a rose gold Hummer
Wife beater, gym shorts
It's gonna be a cold summer
[Verse 3]
Got it snowing in the city
I'm 'bout to change the weather
So many birdies in this bitch
Thought I would seein' feathers
So many pussies hating on me
I just want the love
Hottest **** in the city, Me and Mr. Russ
Them young **** papered up
That's straight from water whipping
Hey, between me and you, I think the warden trippin'
250 in my pocket I'm a walking lick
Went crazy at the lot, bitch, I'm a lunatic
My **** Blu got secretes he'll never tell
Free Bale, yeah you know he see me with the scale
In Decatur like I"m Mike, I'm fucking 'round with Jody
One time for Rob senior, that my fucking woadie
One time for Rob Skoal, tell him, "Free to go"
Kept me in the 305, bitch, I'm on a boat
Got a hunnid in my pocket, free T-White
June "Meals on Wheels" and they all white
[Verse 4]
Go on drop the top, you can feel the breeze
30 in the Glock
All you gotta do is squeeze
They just touched down
All you gotta do is sell 'em
And they gon' ask you questions
Bitch you better not tell 'em
[Verse 5]
I'm 'bout to fuck it up
Balling like 10
Couple bad Kim's
And they all light skinned
"Aye bro, pull up, what you in?"
In a rose gold Hummer
Wife beater, gym shorts
It's gonna be a cold summer
[Verse 6]
Get that "Cookie Money" on my Oakland shit
.40 on a ****, I'll blow this bitch
When I shoot, I don't misss
Or I make that bitch
Fuck her quick on the first night
I barely met that bitch
[Verse 7]
Too much money on me, bring that fire power
Knife on that chopper, they think Michael Meyers got 'em
The rap fold, I'ma go platinum still
'Cause I put my deal money into blow, crack, and pills
I'm from Detroit, baby it's a wild city
Hop out at your block party and give that crowd 50 (Brrt)
(Aye, Dex when I hear that "huh", I know I hit him)
I still fuck with Pay Will, thought I wouldn't
Deezy and Pay, let's come together, this our city
Jeezy in the A, he fuck with Meech, thats's our ****
Rest in Peace the "Great Lake Ruler" Darnell Lindsay
Still hid the kicks in the whip
So wear a "Grizzley"
Detroit
[Verse 8]
You can feel the breeze
30 in the Glock
All you gotta do is squeeze
They just touched down
All you gotta do is sell 'em
And they gon' ask you questions
Bitch you better not tell 'em
[Verse 9]
I'm 'bout to fuck it up
Brought in like 10
Couple bad Kim's
And they all light skinned
Aye how you coming down?
In a rose gold Hummer
Wife beater, gym shorts
It gonna be a cold summer
Written by: 2Pac, Delmar Arnaud, Jeezy, Keith Lenard Miller, Terry Wallace
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