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[Intro: Go Yayo & Yella Beezy] HoodFame, HoodFame, HoodFame Yayo Ayy ayy, the Yella mane, god damn Say Yella, pill pop one, got one, pop one Pop one, pop one, pop one [Chorus: Yella Beezy] Oh my, it's Yella and Yayo, oh my, it's Yella and Yayo Oh my, it's Yella and Yayo, oh my, it's Yella and Yayo I'ma go run to them pesos, we pimpin', lil daddy don't chase hoes Say lil bitch, watch what you say ho, ayy lil bitch watch what you say ho Designer shoes hurt your feet, I get paid all week At the club gettin' geeked, I don't want her, she a freak I got bars, what you need? I swap cars with my peeps I ball hard like I'm Meech, realest nigga in the streets [Verse 1: Yella Beezy] Oh my, it's Yella and Yayo I drop the top on Rodeo Pour up a deuce in a fuego I got them pounds from Vallejo Bitch I'm on fire, no J-O Bitch don't you lie 'less I say so Cookie got her geeked like she Faybo I get that drank in from Vallejo Young nigga, young nigga, yeah I had to run it up Keep that four-five by my belly, no tummy tuck Lil nigga didn't stop with the drum, man that's fun to us I feel like Pimp C bitch, no I can't stop comin' up Takin' a flight with the bitch, her name Monica Fuckin' the bitch and she squirt on the furniture I parked in the lot, she run back to her lame boss Fuck what you heard nigga, I had to run it up Off them bars I go crazy She my broad, my lil baby We shot out cars with three-eighties Big old forty, no safety I don't fuck with boy, yeah he shady Rerock hard like the eighties Big old toy in my blazer Can't trust these broads, they fugazi [Chorus: Yella Beezy] Oh my, it's Yella and Yayo, oh my, it's Yella and Yayo Oh my, it's Yella and Yayo, oh my, it's Yella and Yayo I'ma go run to them pesos, we pimpin', lil daddy don't chase hoes Say lil bitch, watch what you say ho, ayy lil bitch watch what you say ho Designer shoes hurt your feet, I get paid all week At the club gettin' geeked, I don't want her, she a freak I got bars, what you need? I swap cars with my peeps I ball hard like I'm Meech, realest nigga in the streets [Verse 2: Go Yayo] Oh my it's Yayo and Yella Hundred P's in the cellar Yopper bang heavy metal Big ass thooka, turn his ass to a step through Fucked her on the first day that I met her She don't love me, she in love with my bezel But after I fucked her, hit the door, then I left her I don't want the bitch, she really ain't special Damnit man, damnit man, I had to make a plan Had to hit a lick on plug and the middle man You say you want war then let's get it then Had an FN, bullets spinnin' like ceiling fan I know you heard the song boy I can get you knocked and it won't take long boy Try me, I'm the wrong boy Fuck a vest, hit you all in your dome boy Murder scene, murder scene I'm on fire like kerosene Now these niggas want murder me I just kill 'em with courtesy I'm laughing at niggas Hah, 'cause I'm livin' my dreams I got fifteen with a beam, long extension for your team Bitch we ready for the scheme [Chorus: Yella Beezy] Oh my, it's Yella and Yayo, oh my, it's Yella and Yayo Oh my, it's Yella and Yayo, oh my, it's Yella and Yayo I'ma go run to them pesos, we pimpin', lil daddy don't chase hoes Say lil bitch, watch what you say ho, ayy lil bitch watch what you say ho Designer shoes hurt your feet, I get paid all week At the club gettin' geeked, I don't want her, she a freak I got bars, what you need? I swap cars with my peeps I ball hard like I'm Meech, realest nigga in the streets
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