- Votes:
- Composer:
- Terrance Lovelace / Calvin Broadus / Eve Jeffers / Robert Waller / Nathaniel Hale
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- eve feat snoop
- rajja black
- urban
 
- See also:
Eve - Hey Y'all lyrics
Yeah, yeah, Evie Eve
 And you know, you better know
 I keep some chuck's on my feet khakis on my legs
 Trunk full of funk, nigga, while I'm breaking bread
 Sliding through your system, banging, bobbing heads
 Doing mines and I don't care what other niggaz saying
 They can pop it but they can't stop it, boy, I'm getting mine
 Selling clothes up in this bitch like Calvin Klein
 Getting cuties to shake they booty at the same time
 I'd be damned if I go back to jail for the same crime
 I'm too slick to get caught up in this dirty game
 I'm a scholar that make dollaz off the birdy game
 Crip hoping I got it popping on the boulevard
 Man, I ain't fucking with Chevy's, I got my own car
 D O double, you don't wanna rumble, why you testing me?
 Oh, I know, you must be gone off them ecstasy
 Bad habits, you better kick it before it get you loc
 And try to get yourself hooked on this chronic smoke
 Fo' sho'
 Hey y'all, doggs from East to West Coast
 All my doggs, we could smoke
 We 'bout to take some bank roll
 Everywhere that I go
 Man, I see the same hoes
 I know they already know
 Yeah, we like it real raw
 Snoop, Evie Eve and Nate Dogg
 Uh, huh, these niggas got you head nodding
 And this chick got the drums from your ears throbbing
 Known to do it, baby bubblin', do 'chu dare stop it
 Love when bitches hate you, hear the song pimps, ain't nothing to me
 Got my nigga, Snoop, he been down
 As for my nigga, Nate, shit, he was in town
 Created heat so you can bang it, crank it nice and loud
 Can't block me out, I'm popping up Evie Eve, I'm upon your TV
 Ain't never stuck up off the freezyness
 Same bitch, same pitch, nothing ridiculous
 Want this brown girl, I see you thug lick your lips
 Gotta have that bombshell, damn girl, I need you for me
 Keep love on the both sides, we in the church
 On these niggas getting smoke ties, domino playing up here
 Praying that they legalize but fuck it still choke top down
 Baby blowing smoke in the sky, come on
 Eve - Hey Y'all - http://motolyrics.com/eve/hey-yall-lyrics.html
 Hey y'all, doggs from East to West Coast
 All my doggs, we could smoke
 We 'bout to take some bank roll
 Everywhere that I go
 Man, I see the same hoes
 I know they already know
 Yeah, we like it real raw
 Snoop, Evie Eve and Nate Dogg
 Now, when you see me acting up in the club
 (It ain't nothin')
 Uh, six fall up on dub's
 (It ain't nothin')
 Huh, breaking up blueberry buds
 (It ain't nothing)
 And every hood showing nothing but love
 (It ain't nothing)
 Taste buds ain't the same, for the simple brain
 Should'a never let me learn what millions really mean
 Yeah, I'm a simple girl but really don't want simple things
 Keep real doggs close, hate cats with simple brains
 Not ready for the collision, stay up in your lane
 East Coast, West Coast, you still don't fuckin' think
 Dedicated to you, baby, keep your gangsta lean
 You gots to be my queen 'cause I'm the Bigg King
 The one with the Bigg house with the Bigg things
 Sista Eve, you blessed the whole scene
 You're the queen of the team, with cream, you're so supreme
 A blessin' in the skies, open up your eyes
 Me and you together, shit, we gon' collect the vibes
 Exercise and go where we wanna go, stay fly
 Sho' and original, turn up your stereo
 'Cause here we go, here we go
 Hey y'all, doggs from East to West Coast
 All my doggs, we could smoke
 We 'bout to take some bank roll
 Everywhere that I go
 Man, I see the same hoes
 I know they already know
 Yeah, we like it real raw
 Snoop, Evie Eve and Nate Dogg
 It ain't nothing
 It ain't nothing
 It ain't nothing
 It ain't nothing















