Down Heya lyrics

Artist  : Youngbloodz 
Song : Down Heya



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 Hook
And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to
the streets
To the two door capri, crunk out with the beat
We shakin’ hoes off, cut em’ up like a slab
Then hit the studio and take it back to the lab

If 5 on 2, sh*t it’s all good, we ride through
the hood
In the delta 88’, with that georgia license
plate
These niggas don’t know
They don’t even wanna show no love to a a nigga
like me
So I just stay on the grind, stay down for mine
Trying to get mine in daily
Holla’ at me like you know your fo’, chiefing
on that green green
Never snort a lot of coke, stayed down with the
home team
Know what I mean? some sh*t have a nigga stressed
out
Make him small fast
Bout’ 175 will quit to open that cannon and
woop your ass
But ya’ wait, get a bat face on the one-time
while these hoes
Choose on the attic crew, my girl already been
chose
These stankin’ bit*hes get your boy caught up
in that f**k shit
I know they suckin dick, but they thanking the
game I spit
I put they as* in a rap and ride out on them
hoes
Get wit’ my slick partna’ then hit the
studio

Now see I jumps up, without a doubt
Not a question being asked as you dash, with no
way out
Through the whirl-wind I spin, intruders, we
break em’ in.
Atlanta georgia, we comin’ for ya’ with 50
men
In sets of 10, no sippin’ gin, we steppin’
in
Its the attic crew, no flaw within
We them youngbloodz wit’ plenty kin
No ifs, no ands, no buts, no grins
We after you, so what you do is count to three,
then click your shoes
Then out the door, back to your hoe, down on the
low, straight toe to toe
Cause j-bo is who I be, won’t f**k with you,
don’t f**k with me
So can’t you see through the enemies
You’d besta be all you can f**king be
Stay sucker free, but first get some nuts
Before you f**k around and bite the dust
Now nigga what, so what you got now if you ride
out on them ? cruts’? 
Hook

A day late and a dolla’ short
On the cat walk, winding, tryin’ to get meat
22 tryin’ to see 23, shawty ? three u double
t’s? 
What it ain’t gonna be, what it is
Over years I been scratching and scraping
Still ain’t came up with nay-thin’, let
everybody get they time to shine
Still waitin’ on mine, ? ? ? 
In the meantime tryin’ to find a loophole
God knows where the next one, for dead
Got bust in the neck, nigga cryin’, but the
grind don’t stop
Like time don’t stop, like a nigga who drop
? ? ? casket, cover it up and ride out, ain’t
got nothin’ to be smiling bout’
Only bit ? fake chasers? I’m tryin’ to waste
Gotta keep on stackin’, gotta keep on
packin’
Slackin’ gonna get me hemmed up, posted up in
the store
With the blow, don’t show no flow
As long as though, see hit the gas flow
Gotta play it smart, gotta take it to the heart
f**kin’ around, gonna get you f**ked up
? 4:30, the hill, law gone? 

Always underestimated, great don’t gives a
f**k, don’t make mistakes
Shake em’ off gonna get it crunk before this
thang get too late
Hold up, wait, my homeboys straight, don’t make
me go upside your head
Drag your as* across the club, heard what I
f**kin’ said? 
We ain’t scared, prepared to take this thang to
the streets
Capric-e and fleetwood ride good vouges with the
beat
You might no understand a damn thang that I
speak
I’m slizzard as hell, might stomp your punk as*
to sleep
And when this thang get crunk, I pack it up and
take it to the lab
Hit that gentlemens club, and grab a couple of
hoes off on the ass
Laugh if you will, thank it’s funny but it
ain’t
What the f**k you gonna do, when they hit you,
stick you for your bank
>from the freeze-tag to the fleetwoods, from
the two door to the four door
Who got the leather, who got the cloth, who got
the vougues
With all the hoes, who got the gold, who got that
grain
Who got the green, who got the chains, who got
the bit*h
I got the fleetwood, girls most likely to
complain
See somethangs can’t be explained, how we
really do this man
Hit the lab, make it talk, now you here me once
again
Have you jumpin’ and shakin’, like you off in
that blue flame
Whats really going on holmes, can you really tell
me man

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