Альбом Yung Berg

Uh yea i swear this album is crazy
do our dance wit us

get cha lean on shawty bring it back
go get cha lean on shawty bring it back
ah get cha lean on shawty bring it back
get cha lean on shawty bring it back
come on

hey sexy lady,
it was nice to know you
but i got to move oooooon oon
hey sexy lady,
it was nice to know you
but i got to move oooooon oon
hey sexy lady

oh, and damn right baby girls a diva
but everytime she out wit me she be goin reefa
in the coupe looking better than a mona lisa
tunnin into my songs thinkin bout features
she know her lil nigga spit ethor
and them grown dudes really dont know how to treat her
so she rock wit me and i roll wit her
cuz im a d boy and shes a go getta
this new girl tht im poofin on
gotta young boy thinkin bout movin on
she got her louis vuitton bag and the shoes on
wanna take her to the ???????
see a nigga need more than one
i bought the rows outside lk rep and ron
and rolled up the blunt yea full of bubble gum
yung berg is here yea we got another one

hey sexy lady,
it was nice to know you
but i got to move oooooon oon
hey sexy lady,
it was nice to know you
but i got to move oooooon oon
hey sexy lady

yea and damn right baby girl da shit
she love it when i throw it deep like micheal vick
i love it cuz she know the youngins dont ????
she know the kid hit the ????
uh and aint no denyin it nope
she want it she can have it why cuz im ????
da boss boy gotta ride with tha flyest bitch
and she da truth if im lyin then im dyin man
this other chick tht im gabbin here
she a good look thts why we always hot in here
chea and now like leeatkatawna were in chi town ????
and how she doin man she get it poppin damn
three hours and we both kept ????
i had my lofers she was in dem heels
berg in ????

hey sexy lady,
it was nice to know you
but i got to move oooooon oon
hey sexy lady,
it was nice to know you
but i got to move oooooon oon
hey sexy lady

get cha lean on shawty bring it back
go get cha lean on shawty bring it back
ah get cha lean on shawty bring it back
get cha lean on shawty bring it back
come on

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(feat. Twista)

Bro what's poppin
It's bout time real shy town niggas link up
Without no further a due
I give you
Yung Berg and Twista let's get it in
Aye (Aye)
If ya'll niggas don't get ya money right
This time you know what sayin
I'm giving niggas til the end of 07 bout 08
(Where we going)
My bank account gon have 8 digits that is
Let's go (Let's go)

[Chorus: x2]
Where do we go from here
Where do we go from here
(Take it all you need me)

[Yung Berg:]
Nobody gave me nothing
I made 50 of a pack
When I made 100
I ran straight to the block
Bounced back with the work like
(Take it all you need me)
Yes sir
Niggas better get with the program
I'm fast on a track
But I kill a slow jam
Oh man, god damn
(Take it all you need me)
YB gang that's the new thang
Brand new chain is straight from hussein
Mo shoes mo cars
(Take it all you need me)
Mo clothes mo brain
Oh yeah
You done seen a few niggas
With a yang like me
Never really had doh
And shorty like my
Never roled around in a drop top V
Like me, like we, YB, that's us
Too fast, too hard
(Take it all you need me)
Young buck, catch up
Yep
I'm a prime time player
Shorty don't smoke weed
She a high time hater and
Why date her hand
My paper is,
(Take it all you need me)
Few taller than, a skyscraper
Niggas better know how to ride the 101
Big shotgun and I buy another one
And another (and another)
And another (and another)
(Take it all you need me)
Keep going, is you with it
You ain't got shit to say less you did it
You ain't never came from nothin and blew with it
(But) who did it
(Yep) I did it
YB, that's the new thang yea

[Chorus: x2]
Where do we go from here
Where do we go from here
(Take it all you need me)

Where we going from here niggas
I know where we going
But where you going
Don't miss the train nigga
Headed straight to the yung boss mansion
Southside stand up
Location top of the world
Westside get up K-Town
Twista get em

[Twista:]
Now now
I'm a old g in the city and ya knew one day
A nigga was gon come along and spit that real shit
Wanna bet, what
(Take it all you need me)
That he too much of a thug for you
Wanna be ballers out here to deal with
Make it competition go sit on the couch for him
If he need work I'm a hand it out for him
If he need a pistol I'm a hand it out for him
(Take it all you need me)
Yung Berg and the Twista and I'll vouch for him
That's me
And the T and I admit it cause no one out here
Could spit it just so I could spit it
Flow a just so could flow a
Fuck her like I could fuck her
(Take it all you need me)
Do her like I could do her
Get it how you got to get it
Me and my boy came up on tha block
Hustling by the bulding
Just stacking the money up to the ceilin
Ain't no penicillin finna hit em
When I'm dealing with em ask Yung Berg
Where we go after we kill em
Cause we gettin money and the rhythm be so wicked
It's the reason we can kick it how we kick and
It's the reason why we pull up on the 30's
(Take it all you need me)
And the hummers and
We don't give a fuck if we get a ticket and
Why I pay a hundred dollars for a watch
Five Fifty for a ounce a Kush
Three Fifty for a pair of jeans
And thirty thousand for a charger
(Take it all you need me)
Two Hundred for all cops on the first look
Got money on the books
And we got the dollars for impalers
And the thumpers and the hummers
And I'm throwing out the other figgas
Yung B E R to the G with the TB some killas
And we never taking shit from off another nigga
Everytime I had mo of to dank
Niggas think I be finish
But I got mo in the tank
I'm a score about 80 on em
And go in the paint
(Take it all you need me)
I'm a take a chunk of ya chip
And then go to the bank so uh

[Chorus: x2]
Where do we go from here
Where do we go from here
(Take it all you need me)

[Yung Berg:]
Yes sir
Niggas said Dr Wine wasn't nothing
3 years later Dr Wine got a budget
4 years later now everybody love it
(Take it all you need me)
GGGOOOOODDDDD FUCKING DAMN
Niggas said June wasn't that hot
JB sitting back and I was gon flop
Now we on top like dog I told ya
(Take it all you need me)
M holla what's good miss ride out
Let these motherfuckers
Know what we talk about
Left lane, yung boss
Get ya money we bout to turn the lights out
We about to take it straight to the white house
Cook crack clean it up then I write down
Everything that I see we I come around
(Take it all you need me)
Every state every hood that I've been around
84th just seen to the buggie down
Niggas know I blow weed when I put it down
Niggas know I got love niggas know I been plugged
(Take it all you need me)
That's right I'm a a prince of the shy town
So where my southside niggas at right now
We gon all line up in a single file
And give the whole world something they can sing about
(Take it all you need me)
Rule 1 better live what you speak bout
Rule 2 don't slip when you creep out
Rule 3 grab heat when you leave out
Rule 4 don't rush nigga ease out
(Take it all you need me)
And Rule 5 fall or die
Cop that shit that the ballers buy
Ride that wip that the ballers drive
Big GT Royce Chevy that's ridin high
Swang on em when you ridin by and I'm gone

[Chorus: x2]
Where do we go from here
Where do we go from here
(Take it all you need me)

Yea
It's the boss baby
Look what you made me
Where we going from here
So you ridin with us so good luck
You could be with this or that
Yea
So there you have it
Eat your fucking heart out on this one
Yung Berg, Twista
Ugh [echo]

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(feat. Junior, Jim Jones & Rich Boy)

[Yung Berg:]
Yeah - so you know we had to do a remix right?
Rob Holladay, told you we was gon' be famous nigga~!
Ahh! Yeah - Y, B's, still up
I told y'all my album was crazy
Do our dance with us
It's the remix, shawy bring it back
It's the remix, Jim Jones on the track
It's the remix, shawty bring it back
Rich Boy, Yung Berg, bring it back, c'mon

[Intro: Junior - sung (Yung Berg)]
Hey sexy lady (yeah) it was nice to know you (it was nice to know ya)
But I gotta move onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn
Hey sexy lady (hey sexy lady) it was nice to know you (it was nice to know ya)
But I gotta move onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn
(I told y'all!) Hey sexy lady~!

[Jim Jones:]
It's hot days in December
We down Miami, drop tops in the winter
We off ocean, the Coupe doors open
And front wet woolies off Superman potion
Casino slang, try and kick game
She was flyer than a plane from her toes to the Gucci frame
(She was fly) Damn, but I'm sittin on two hundred thou'
I can't front cause I'm diggin lil' momma's style
London bag by Thomas Wylde, Vuitton shoe by Extreme Hole
Fall edition with the mean sole, pencil jeans look painted on
One night, the next day I'm gone
5 A.M. in the morn'
Drunk and high off Patron, momma it's on
Momma is you grown? It's the X-rated show
And if you got a man he's now your excellent foe
I'm bad

[Chorus One: Junior - sung (Yung Berg)]
Hey sexy lady, it was nice to know you (it was nice to know ya)
But I gotta move onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn
Hey sexy lady, it was nice to know you (it was nice to know ya)
But I gotta move - WHEN WE SING THIS SONG (yeah)
WE GON' HAVE SOME FUN (yeah) Hey sexy lady~!

[Yung Berg:]
Yo, so quiet down I'm in the mode for pimpin
Yellowed denimous watch, call it Flotus Simpson
Young boy, so he like older women
But the young girls they know the bid'ness
Meet me at Pimp Leach{? }, then go to Zini
Or catch me on the tube like I Dream of Jeannie
Snap two times and I'm in a new city [snap snap]
Two mo' times and I'm back in my city [snap snap]
(SEXY LADY~!) Chi city, fly with me
Shorty wan' ride with me in the S-550
... They call me Young 50
Beats like Dre, flow like Biggie
Bop like Diddy, you can't match this
I don't roleplay, let my girl do the actin
Yeah, and shall I say
Au revoir, adios from the Y.B. gang, g'night!

[Chorus Two: Junior - sung (Yung Berg)]
Hey sexy lady, it was nice to know you (it was nice to know ya)
But I gotta move onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn
Hey sexy lady, it was nice to know you (it was nice to know ya)
But I gotta move onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn
Hey sexy lady~!

[Rich Boy: over Chorus]
Ay, sexy lady
Rich Bwoi, new money, locked
[laughing] Ay...

Hop in the ride baby the interior's soft
Let's go to my palace or up to my loft
Let me upgrade ya, nothin too major
Put ya in some Fendi just to add a lil' flavor
You musta got that pretty tan on South Beach
I can fly ya out the country where the phones don't reach
Or come to Alabama where I'm "BIGGER" than the mayor
Hoes lickin at the lamb like a Life Saver
Talkin 'bout bread, well I'm a whole loaf
I can be the butter, let that ass be the toast
Or I can be your master and sit up on the throne
Have you walkin 'round in a leash and some thongs
Smellin my cologne, my manstick be long
You can get it now you ain't gotta wait long
Ain't nuttin like a slim wiz with a pretty face
And sexy lady I'm a give you first taste, roll with me

[Yung Berg:]
It's the remix, shorty bring it back
It's the remix, Jones on the track
It's the remix, Rich bring it back
Sexy lady, Rob Holla' on the track, c'mon!
(SEXY LADY~!) This is a Y.B.M.G. product
Wild wild rock to what's good
Ari, my levels soundin right right now
That's what's crackin - loco! Hunnid! Junior!
The album comin soon, look what you made me
Ay, this to all my ex-girlfriends out there
Gotta move ah-ah-on, ah-ah-on
Ah uh-ah uh-ah, ah-ah-on...
[instrumental to end]

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(feat. Junior, Jim Jones & Rich Boy)

[Yung Berg:]
Yeah - so you know we had to do a remix right?
Rob Holladay, told you we was gon' be famous nigga~!
Ahh! Yeah - Y, B's, still up
I told y'all my album was crazy
Do our dance with us
It's the remix, shawy bring it back
It's the remix, Jim Jones on the track
It's the remix, shawty bring it back
Rich Boy, Yung Berg, bring it back, c'mon

[Intro: Junior - sung (Yung Berg)]
Hey sexy lady (yeah) it was nice to know you (it was nice to know ya)
But I gotta move onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn
Hey sexy lady (hey sexy lady) it was nice to know you (it was nice to know ya)
But I gotta move onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn
(I told y'all!) Hey sexy lady~!

[Jim Jones:]
It's hot days in December
We down Miami, drop tops in the winter
We off ocean, the Coupe doors open
And front wet woolies off Superman potion
Casino slang, try and kick game
She was flyer than a plane from her toes to the Gucci frame
(She was fly) Damn, but I'm sittin on two hundred thou'
I can't front cause I'm diggin lil' momma's style
London bag by Thomas Wylde, Vuitton shoe by Extreme Hole
Fall edition with the mean sole, pencil jeans look painted on
One night, the next day I'm gone
5 A.M. in the morn'
Drunk and high off Patron, momma it's on
Momma is you grown? It's the X-rated show
And if you got a man he's now your excellent foe
I'm bad

[Chorus One: Junior - sung (Yung Berg)]
Hey sexy lady, it was nice to know you (it was nice to know ya)
But I gotta move onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn
Hey sexy lady, it was nice to know you (it was nice to know ya)
But I gotta move - WHEN WE SING THIS SONG (yeah)
WE GON' HAVE SOME FUN (yeah) Hey sexy lady~!

[Yung Berg:]
Yo, so quiet down I'm in the mode for pimpin
Yellowed denimous watch, call it Flotus Simpson
Young boy, so he like older women
But the young girls they know the bid'ness
Meet me at Pimp Leach{? }, then go to Zini
Or catch me on the tube like I Dream of Jeannie
Snap two times and I'm in a new city [snap snap]
Two mo' times and I'm back in my city [snap snap]
(SEXY LADY~!) Chi city, fly with me
Shorty wan' ride with me in the S-550
... They call me Young 50
Beats like Dre, flow like Biggie
Bop like Diddy, you can't match this
I don't roleplay, let my girl do the actin
Yeah, and shall I say
Au revoir, adios from the Y.B. gang, g'night!

[Chorus Two: Junior - sung (Yung Berg)]
Hey sexy lady, it was nice to know you (it was nice to know ya)
But I gotta move onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn
Hey sexy lady, it was nice to know you (it was nice to know ya)
But I gotta move onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn-ah-onnnnnnnnn
Hey sexy lady~!

[Rich Boy: over Chorus]
Ay, sexy lady
Rich Bwoi, new money, locked
[laughing] Ay...

Hop in the ride baby the interior's soft
Let's go to my palace or up to my loft
Let me upgrade ya, nothin too major
Put ya in some Fendi just to add a lil' flavor
You musta got that pretty tan on South Beach
I can fly ya out the country where the phones don't reach
Or come to Alabama where I'm "BIGGER" than the mayor
Hoes lickin at the lamb like a Life Saver
Talkin 'bout bread, well I'm a whole loaf
I can be the butter, let that ass be the toast
Or I can be your master and sit up on the throne
Have you walkin 'round in a leash and some thongs
Smellin my cologne, my manstick be long
You can get it now you ain't gotta wait long
Ain't nuttin like a slim wiz with a pretty face
And sexy lady I'm a give you first taste, roll with me

[Yung Berg:]
It's the remix, shorty bring it back
It's the remix, Jones on the track
It's the remix, Rich bring it back
Sexy lady, Rob Holla' on the track, c'mon!
(SEXY LADY~!) This is a Y.B.M.G. product
Wild wild rock to what's good
Ari, my levels soundin right right now
That's what's crackin - loco! Hunnid! Junior!
The album comin soon, look what you made me
Ay, this to all my ex-girlfriends out there
Gotta move ah-ah-on, ah-ah-on
Ah uh-ah uh-ah, ah-ah-on...
[instrumental to end]