Vette Pass By Letra

Wrist like blow, chain like oww
We throw it in the air, so what you calm down

You ridin bird (wheewh)
Your bullets gone (wheewh)
You gone and got a cold, we got the bird flu (2)

This house is stupid perp, they cost me half a rack
A.k half a stack, so aint no hit dat
I'm at the gally-house, I won bout 80 bands
And went to magic city, and did the rain man
I'm the cain man, stupid bad man, rubberband man, oh it's the grand sound
A stupid fruity sack, a stupid fruity pack
Crazy gucci shoes where you get em at
I said it's off white, bout a fifty pack
The hottest nigga in the nation ain't dropped yet
Where them pots at, where them glocks at
I kick a door with, where them blocks at

[Chorus]

Cartoon chain, papa smurf ring
All red wayne's, so icy airplane
Gucci man hat, gucci man shirt
Louie V shoes, louie v perp
We aint the big timers, but bitch we got work
We get our roll on, and new shool verts
Old school's cool, but most of our's are new
Cause I'm tite biatch, we got the bird flu
And we'll bless you, so say hachoo
We'll turn those house shoes, int some prada shoes
On the east side, we play by gucci rules
Hez only in the hood, but hez commisioned to it

[Chorus]

[Oj Da Juiceman:]
The bird flu got me, the jacob watch rockin
Bell border diamonds man I'm so icy
Young juice man godddamit I'm the shit
Booming off the chain workin with 50 bricks
Now & later later cars, froot loop chains
32 charat posted on my pinkie ring
Been a 100 charger, snicker color donk
Super bad bitch(aay)pocket wit da mumps(aay)
common cold nigga(aay)
dis ain't what you want
72 dunk
Ain't with no skirt woww
6 stoves cookin mean we got work
Young juiceman cuz smokin 9 pounds of perp

(Thanks to Mike for these lyrics)