Pras – Yeah Eh Yeah Eh Lyrics

Yo, Mack 10 dirty cash, Reptile
Its always good to have a little change in your life aint that right Pras? Thats right baby
Yo, hahaha thats right well let me run it, check it Mack 10
We do things and hood bangers, gs as we are Well even Mack can do a bar with a Refugee All-star
Pras dance round the border like he Cassius Clay
While I press round the hood with a big AKStay fresh and unpredictable, they thought they knew me They say how can a thug from Cali bust with a Fugee?
Cause I write and make…
Ignite, easy on the treble
Now turn the bass up and check my Mic level
As I get down, let mama peekin, but aint speakin
I guess a gang-bang thug…
Got baby tweakin Said your outfit is tight, its my favorite color Red
And plus your little black…
Is cute with your dreads
Bet you aint never had a nigga that roll a six-fo
Hit a switch and then hop into a six double-o
You know, street niggas make the game twice as nice So add a little spice and put a thug in your life wvariations
Weeeeeee…
We got dirty cash for weed yeah, yeah
Something for the streets, for all my thugs and freaks yeah, yeah
You, oooo, you
You better get up of your…
From a hooter, Alcatraz Aint no tellin where you might get blast yeah, yeah Pras
Yes, yes yall yes yall its dirty cash yall cash yall
From the East to the West I manifest yall
Doin interviews with Harper Bazaar, how bizarre
Youre sit back smokin big Cuban cigars Yo, fly guys want getting jackin and fly cars If its up to me, youll get blast when the hole pars
Thus far, no one can spar with my little trothfrom the flat bush Ill rip yall and bust your show to Crenshaw
Flowin with Pras and some splash down to Jamaica
Meet you at the shock bar, Alas se enica
Place your bet yo pay your debt You cats with the fake crepes, Ill bust you with my Twin-Tack
For talkin out the side of your neck, aiyyo check
We can showdown and lowdown when Im sunset Make your move cowboy this aint Hollywood You got the businesss in the hood, INGLEWOOD! wvariations
Weeeeeee…
We got dirty cash for weed yeah, yeah
Something for the streets, for all my thugs and freaks yeah, yeah
You, oooo, you
You better get up of your…
From a hooter, Alcatraz Aint no tellin where you might get blast yeah, yeah Reptile
Would wise in ninety dance hall, bounce to this Hip-hoppers with the dress, smoke an ounce to this I spin hits, lyrically swift, speakin of business Reptile, formerly know, Jersey delinquent
Nasty son of a gun, give up the funds We come down hard like hundred-twenty tons Refugee Camp, pumpin out the thousand watt amps Created more than the monster like the Loch Ness
All hells about to break when Im loose Tacklin, like Gorilla Monsoon naggin you like Mom Dukes
And get a haircut we put you niggas in a bear hug
I dare thugs, tellin niggas do it like?
Nike Air?
Slugs Take a death dive into the wilderness We got you feelin this, to the point your man wanna kill us But we aint laughin, we blackin, rushin, attackin Loaded with dirty cash and a Mack 10 echoes wvariations
Weeeeeee…
We got dirty cash for weed yeah, yeah
Something for the streets, for all my thugs and freaks yeah, yeah
You, oooo, you
You better get up of your…
From a hooter, Alcatraz Aint no tellin where you might get blast yeah, yeah Reptile
Come on, come on, blow the smoke in the air
And puff, puff like you just dont care Come on, come on, blow the smoke in the air
And puff, puff like you just dont care
Yeah what, what, blow the smoke in the air
And puff, puff like you just dont care
I said blow the smoke blow the smoke
Blow the smoke and puff, puff like you just dont care Pras
Uh, yeah, yeah, party people