Young Buck - Pocket Full Of Paper Feat Young Jeezy скачать mp3

[Intro: Young Buck (Young Jeezy)] 6-1-5 Ca$hville we buck, yeah! (AY!) Toomp I got you nigga! (Yeah!) A.T.L. to Ca$hville nigga (You already know what this is, ay!) Aiyyo Jeezy whattup nigga? (What they do nigga?) Aiyyo it's on me tonight nigga! (Let's go) Let's get it! (Let's go!) [Chorus: Young Buck (Young Jeezy)] Got a pocket full of paper, Patron in my cup Tell them haters catch up ho, bitch you buck ho (Bitch you better buck nigga) Bitch you better buck nigga (Bitch you better buck nigga) Bitch you better buck nigga I ain't playin 'bout my money (AY!) I hit ya ass up (ha-hahhhhh) Leave ya right there so they can pick ya ass up, yeah Bitch you better buck nigga (bitch you better buck nigga) Bitch you better buck nigga (bitch you better buck nigga, YEAH!) [Interlude: Young Buck] Jack boys, jack boys, what'chu gon' do? Run up and the nigga put the thang on you Jack boys, jack boys, what'chu gon' do? Run up and the nigga put the thang on you [Young Jeezy:] Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh It's Young (Young) Jizzle (Jizzle) and the homie Buck (yeah!) We still ridin dirty, think we givin a fuck? (nah) Headed 75 South (South) for seventy-five blocks (whoo!) Hundred miles an hour pass seventy-five cops (vrooom!) And straight to the mac, hit seventy-five spots (daaaaamn) And I'm back down Atlanta, copped seventy-five drops (ha-hahhhhh!) So on first sip (sip) I made about a grand You ask me what I need I tell 'em bring the whole van (yeahhhhhhhhhhhh) All I do is make hits, just to see my SoundScans (AYY!) I know the yayo, you should see me bag grams (ha-hahhhhhh!) See cuz over there (whattup!) he'll kill ya ass for nuttin C.T.E. (talk to 'em nigga!) and muh'fucker we buckin nigga [Chorus] [Interlude] [Young Buck:] Let me go and show you niggaz what my whip game like I whip it to the left, and whip it to the right I mix it with the Sprite, and flip it with the whites See I make my own price cause I take my own flights I still got my ski mask, STILL need cash STILL got them eighteens as if you want a half That's 11-5 apiece dawg if ya do the math But I do it for the ten for my niggaz in the cab Got a bitch in Decatur, she shake it for the paper So when I make it rain, I just get it back later See cuz over there, he'll kill ya ass for nuttin (I got ya homie!) 6-1-5, Ca$hville, we buckin [Chorus] [Interlude x2] [Chorus]