Hell Yeah Songtext / Lyric

Sexy chica that'll pop the cris



while they watchin' you lick your lips

And you can puff the lye and you can pimp and ride

and you can thug until the day you die

Now you can smoke the blunts, tote the gats

And be the phatest one with the Lex

Homeboy you can pop the X, you can try sex

With the set tatted on your neck

You can be the H to the Izzo, V to the Izza

Really don't matter what y'all jiggas sizzay

You can live it up but you still gonna pizzay

Where you gonna run on Judgment dizay



Chorus

Hell yeah

You can go to Hell yeah

If you don't change, change, change, change, change

uh hua, chang, change, change, change, change

(repeat)






You can be like Pastor Troy and them New Orleans boys

Everyone flossin' up in the toys

Candy coated chevy comin with the noise

Everybody grinnin ''cause its shiney boys

Everytime I turn around I see a jitter bug

Now the jitter bug wanna be a thug

Momma and Daddy and them ain't show no love

If you don't switch it up I'm gonna tell you what

50 years old still up in the club

Pay to see the young girls shake their butt

Don't need another drink, look at your gut

Need to go home, old nasty butt

I'm gonna tell you what, switch it up



Chorus



I represent Carolina and the M-I-A

Ft. Lauderdale and by the way, all my homies that's in the Bay

5-0-3 what can you say

Atlanta, GA, can't forget VA, NYC and the USA, USA, USA

Everybody in the USA



Chorus