Yee (Feat. Bud'Da & Too $Hort)

That's the call of my thugs
When they step up in the club they go, yee
When you hit the prison bricks
From Vallejo or the Rich' they holla, yee
You can catch me in the traffic
In the Cutlass or the Maverick holla'n, yee
If it's lookin like some static
We gon' bust them automatics like, yee

My area code grow some of the best weed in the world
My ninja we ain't no punk
They say we need to take a bath in tomato juice
Cause we always smell like skunk

Sloppy drunk, nine times out of ten, or e'ry time you see me
Bendin co'ners, in my brand new Dodge Durango Hemi
Pimpin the law up on us, Officer Smokey and Mr. Johnny Law
Always pullin me over and searchin my fuckin car

Searchin my glutteus maximus, flashlight in my drawers
Actin like some batches-es, thinkin I got raw
Doin it big, take a swig, sip a sip, twist a lid
Smoke a spliff, or a beer, push a wig, 'bout my nig

Everybody wanna talk that talk
Wanna walk that walk, wanna bark that bark
Everybody wanna pop that pop
Wanna drop that stop with a pillowtop

I get a call from Young Bop, he up out my zone
He said yo' Hillside nigga Ned on his way home
I said well tell him to call me I love his ass to death
Any nigga hatin we gon' take his last breath

That's the call of my thugs
When they step up in the club they go, yee
When you hit the prison bricks
From Vallejo or the Rich' they holla, yee
You can catch me in the traffic
In the Cutlass or the Maverick holla'n, yee, beotch
If it's lookin like some static
We gon' bust them automatics like, yee, beotch

It's yo' potnah from the town mayne
I see y'all doin it big, you gettin down mayne
Yeah, I fuck with the V, Richmond know me
Wherever niggas ballin that's where bitches gon' be

You can go across the bridge, fuckin with a bitch
Don't matter which side, you'll be all up in some shit
Before you know it, it ain't like it used to be
Everybody got straps that shoot you or me

I give a fuck about who, I don't even know you
Whassup? Yeah, pimpin, I got my thang too
And it's cool, 'cause I know you know it
I ain't even gotta pull it, I ain't even gotta show it
Don't blow it, that's what a black man's thinkin

I'll be layin underground in a casket stinkin
If I slip, I gotta keep my poise
You hear that eight-oh-eight bumpin
Man what's all that noise?

That's the call of my thugs
When they step up in the club they go, yee
When you hit the prison bricks
From Vallejo or the Rich' they holla, yee
You can catch me in the traffic
In the Cutlass or the Maverick holla'n, yee
If it's lookin like some static
We gon' bust them automatics like, yee

Get your head busted in, I'm not your boy or your friend
Get your head busted in, I'm not your boy or your friend
You said that do that, pull dat shoot that
Now where your crew at, what'chu gon' do next?

I'm a West Coast nigga, yee
I'm a East Coast nigga, yee
I'm a Down South nigga, yee
I'm a Midwest nigga, yee

That's the call of my thugs
When they step up in the club they go, yee
When you hit the prison bricks
From Vallejo or the Rich' they holla, yee
You can catch me in the traffic
In the Cutlass or the Maverick holla'n, yee
If it's lookin like some static
We gon' bust them automatics like, yee