All Types of Shit Lyrics

Yo yo

[Verse 1- Memph]
I swear to God I'm addressin all types of shit
Tote big guns, with all types of clips
See those cars I be in, all types of whips
All those whores I got, all types of chicks
See those sneaks I rock, all types of kicks
In the double xl, in all types of flicks
On my two way pager, typin' shit
I made alot of records, all type of hits
I was told to get dough, all types of chips
Flip weed, coke, dough, all types of bricks
I've been overseas, on all types of trips
My coke come on a boat, all types of ships
Catch me on La Cienega, S type and shit
The new CL, type s and shit
And I bust guns at all types of clicks
Took four and made all types of flips, motherfucker

[Chorus]
We got the S class, the Cadillac, and excel
We blowin up y'all, we got all types of V's
We got the chocolate, Hawaiian skunk, and purple haze
Roll it up y'all, we got all types of trees
We got the 4-4, the glock nine, and bright ghost
We throw it up y'all, we got all types of guns
We got the pesos, the dolla bills, the yen and mar
Throw it up y'all, we got all types of ones

[Verse 2-Memph]
Fuckin wit these records, I made all types of deals
Fuckin wit these wild dudes, i tote all types of steel
Fuckin wit these streets, Im in all types of beef
And now, that I'm on, i got all types of creeps
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Hydro, chocolate, all types of trees
Bentleys, widebodies, all types of v's
Yamaha's, snowmobiles, all types of skis
Know Bleek done it all, all types of things
Know the squad rock ice, all types of bling
And I learnt from the best, all types of vets
You know I throw it up, on all types of sets
And you know I hear it all, all types of hate
But Bleek benchpress all types of weight
When my shit drop, I'm gonna get all types of scans
And rap the logo on all types of vans, motherfucker

[Chorus 2x]

[Jay-Z]
Yea man, it's Young Hova
Coolin out, young Memph Bleek, you know?
Wha ya niggaz need man?, whacha do, wha ya 'vice man?
You smoke, drink, do dope man, got dat shit man
Wha'cha hoes wanna see us in, suv's, coupes, drops?
We got all dat shit man
Wha'cha like man, wha'cha u wanna see us in, five, ten bedrooms?
We sleep in twenty, we sleep in twenty, man
Wha'cha need, movie theaters, duplexes, triplexes, we got that man
Wha'cha wanna see us in, rocawear furs, holla man
Ma, what you wanna see us in?

[Girl Talking]
yo, you know what I need to see u in
I need to see you in some briefs

*music stops*
[Jay-Z]
Briefs!?
*singing*
No we don't do that..hahaha....holla!